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Once Upon a Yesterday
Once upon a yesterday
When the sun rose in the east
Where a single rose stood in a glass
At a dreamer’s neighborhood café
Those were the days of a simpler time
When all was illustrated before the storm.
Thoughts of great sieges and placid nights
The scent of fragrance with lilies and thyme.
One hopeful plan led to another
And peace flowed through my baroque pen.
The epitome of great thoughts escaped anon
And protection burst forth for the Earth Mother.
Trees bloomed at the apex of the day
And everything was on a balance, though delicate,
Then came the ultimate westward slide
Where I could not stop time as it faded away.
And as I see the setting sun
Watching the photographs fly out the window,
Another one finds the amber and tattered memory
Of the time when that chance meeting was young.
Shaking my head and clearing my throat
Picking up the inkwell for another act and scene,
I caress my old volume of Shakespeare’s sonnets
As I remove my mask and overcoat.
© 2014 Deb Hirt