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Misspent Youth
Misspent Youth
Cloistered in dormitory solitude
Laughter sings from hallway
Like an impenetrable wall
Transparent as clear glass
Through which I glimpse youth
As mine slips away into an abyss of silence
Pale walls encompass my world
Fluorescent lamp illuminates worlds of beyond
Ancient minds shine with super nova brilliance
Stories transmitted through browned parchment
Carried like Dandelion on the Aeolian wind
Sprout in distant lands across centuries
Socrates’ warmth melts the ice of my loneliness
Coaxes me with gentle love
Dissipates the shadows of illusion
Reveals the golden path to eternity
Surrendering to lullabies of Gregorian chant
I sink into torpid stillness
My mind recedes into darkness
Like the tide ebbing
In restless currents of desire
Cloistered in dormitory solitude
Laughter sings from hallway
Like an impenetrable wall
Transparent as clear glass
Through which I glimpse youth
As mine slips away into an abyss of silence
Pale walls encompass my world
Fluorescent lamp illuminates worlds of beyond
Ancient minds shine with super nova brilliance
Stories transmitted through browned parchment
Carried like Dandelion on the Aeolian wind
Sprout in distant lands across centuries
Socrates’ warmth melts the ice of my loneliness
Coaxes me with gentle love
Dissipates the shadows of illusion
Reveals the golden path to eternity
Surrendering to lullabies of Gregorian chant
I sink into torpid stillness
My mind recedes into darkness
Like the tide ebbing
In restless currents of desire
Published 15th Dec 2015
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Ancient minds shine with super nova brilliance
Stories transmitted through browned parchment
Carried like Dandelion on the Aeolian wind
Sprout in distant lands across centuries
See. This was what i was tellin you about..this is what i imagined going on in that boys head..alone at the lunch table..hand behind dark head on elbow bowed over book in reverence.
I joined him..he did not look pleased..a bit disturbed. But came back to me the next day.
Love you dear dear heart
Jennifer
Stories transmitted through browned parchment
Carried like Dandelion on the Aeolian wind
Sprout in distant lands across centuries
See. This was what i was tellin you about..this is what i imagined going on in that boys head..alone at the lunch table..hand behind dark head on elbow bowed over book in reverence.
I joined him..he did not look pleased..a bit disturbed. But came back to me the next day.
Love you dear dear heart
Jennifer
15th Dec 2015 1:52pm
Love your share about that boy my friend. Indeed I could've been him. If I had high school to do over again I'd have dated and had fun. But alas I spent it reading books in a world of my own. Had someone like you been there I'm sure I'd have come out of my shell. Thank you for reading my love. You do this old soul good. ;-)
Love you my dearest of loves,
John
Love you my dearest of loves,
John
