Retrospect


I.

The margin of memory is stretched along
The edge of waking eye:
A glimpse of a field of yellow years
A flicker of sun, a tinge of tears
Nostalgia s blue-gold sky.

II.

The hope of Forever extends across
Horizons in front of you,
The mellowing mist of dewy grass
The rim of the rainbow s tinted glass
A kaleidoscope-colored view.
1985

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