08 July 2009

Not Tears


These are not tears in my eyes
I was done crying when the
future died; years forbear
me in a younger man

I am not new to this state, to
this disassociation where who
we were became cause célèbre
to what did not eventuate

But I am what you’ll become
Time embezzles faith – there’s
no secure endeavour in place
to stay its compromise

Memory’s a sacred flame – we
set this one alight when freed
restraint in piquant yesterdays
– still burns, still bright

These are not tears in my eyes
but joy; ask me again just why
pleasure’s mirror reflects only
your shining, familiar faces
© 1 Jun 2009, I. D. Carswell

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