A season of Love

Now you call
and tell me of love
when directions have changed
so has my vision.

Yes, my friend
we trod indeed once
alleys of passion
in need of company
were we

walking together,
we spoke
but listened not
to pain and

the yearn

that was harboured
inflicted on the other

until beyond yonder

we were swamped

by high tides of time

our hearts

parted without wonder

we now stand apart

not only in space

values as well
have changed
aspirations too

I no longer seek

even friendship

out of you.

This is how
I like

to reflect when

wisdom knocks ashore
some reason:
what we'd shared

was just a passing season-

strangers we were then
strangers we're now
and as souls

strangers we shall
always be

even in Heaven.

(written on 29.11.95)