From a Distant Past
By Dr. G. Rauf Roashan
One night in the distant past
I danced with her
The fine perfume from the back of her earlobes
Was rejuvenating my soul
When her head was on my shoulder
The silken curls of her black hair
Was teasing my hot cheeks
The warmth of closeness to her body
Was warming my heart and my feelings
The well tuned movement of our bodies
Together with the sound of music
Were reminding me of tropical
White sanded calm beaches
And of lands where colorful birds
With green wings and red beaks
From atop of tall trees
Were singing the song of love
And the waves were calmly
Hitting the shore
Many days have gone by since
And many years
And Time has tried
To wash away the colors of that night
From its memory
Or to blur those long gone memories
Time, the enemy of my joyful recollections
But still and often I see a couple of eyes
From which emanate the flames of love
And that in the arms of my imagination
The place of a voluptuous beauty
Is vacant
No, no, it is not vacant
It is filled with love
