"lang syne"

@Uootem

hands held tightly once upon a lang syne time,
with fingers entwined, became braided and affixed in love...
but no longer accommodate a long sought grasp.
inseparable hearts once beating in unison,
a rhythm of being, felt in lovers' embrace
a broken heart pounding with aching at the deprivation.

contemporary voices now hiding once shared secret words...
words of love that have become inviolable,
impregnable sacredness for that which is lost.
sensations remembered are sent through the starlit night
as a poem is written from a secluded soul,
that is desperately clinging to a dream, possessing no hope for an ever after.

precious moments, buried deep within time-sealed thoughts,
a memory that is nurtured so tenderly, watched over as it flourishes
enchanted beauty how your fragrance drawls, how your smile captivates,
and how the resonance of your love ensorcells the soul.
a desire to hold you forever, but cruel time devastates.
another line of poetry is born from the un-welcomed detritus.

the sweetness of your aroma found in springtime air
the softness of your skin touched in dew-moistened rose petals,
the passion of your kiss felt with the warmth of sunlight,
the intoxicating stir of your breath recalled in leaf-rustling breezes,
the vividness of love's promise... a pot of gold and a rainbow's complexion
now only to glance into the past, and remember what was you...

but when by chance i can look deep into those cherished eyes
I must wonder how i will live for only a memory's experience
erase this recollection from me, please, so that i no longer feel the remorse.
    how does a deliciously familiar aroma remain savored without a source?
    how does velvet softness continue its presence when it is no longer felt?
    how can warmth come from something so far away?
    does not intoxication wear off with abstinence?
    is not the rainbow's golden treasure truly elusive?
how long until this too wanes... until this into nothingness evanesces?
weakening whispers of loving banter, fading fragrances,
the cherished promises...  treasured for to have known.

now feeling only separation's pain... hands and hearts and voices
sweetness, softness, passion's warmth, promises, youthful naive drunkenness
what guide will show the path away from your trammel?
a youthfulness spent to find this treasure.
a heart beat to watch love leave.
a lifetime needed to find convalesce from auld lang syne.