I Must Answer

19 Jul 2000

Wayward whispers still follow me
tantalizing images of my youth
when sun and surf made sense
and beauty was forever.
I am older now.
I suppose I should lay down my gilt
set aside the trappings of glitter
and take up the respectability of age.
Ah, but I still feel golden,
still shine like the patina of Hollywood
and California is not long from my heart.
Sultry smiles still come to me
when I face memories to be made
and when that long-forgotten child
peers through my soul with flirtatious humor.
I must be old, for youth seems so young,
yet my heart cries still for the brevity
of its play,
and I can not resign myself
to dotage and gray mantles of hair.
Indeed, I feel like purple passions
and red flame loves;
still so far from sepia memories
	and bitter regrets.
Wayward whispers still follow me;
dragons beckoning me to play with fire
devils daring me to dance
and loves lusting for one more chance,
and I must answer.


© 2000, Tara Tambolleo