from the good old days
is hurting my soul
remembrance of the dead
bitter-sweet tenderness
in the midst of Time
you do know this feeling
the frail hope of dawn
when night was gloomy
the only everlasting thing
is this shrine of the heart
where your memories pray
nothing is more certain
than the passing of Time
and the touch of Eternity
one knows perfectly well
that he is but a pilgrim
in the ante-room of death
and eternal life
Claude Lopez-Ginisty
I like this. The fifth and sixth stanzas speak to my heart.
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