☆°▪︎ THE SEEMING ETERNITY ▪︎°☆

It

seemed

.

t

o

.

be

a

dream . . .

.

.

.

when

we

.

w

e

r

e

.

dancing

carelessly

.

d

o

w

n

.

those

candied

apple

streets . . .

.

.

.

 ~ we

.

w

e

r

e

.

dancing

carelessly

.

d

o

w

n

.

those

candied

apple

streets

.

o

f

.

never

ending

reverie

.

a

n

d

.

possibility . . .

.

.

.

f

o

r

it

was

.

t

h

e

.

seeming

eternity . . .

.

.

.

 ~ the

seeming

eternity

.

o

f

.

spring . . .

.

.

.

It

was

.

t

h

e

.

seeming

eternity

.

o

f

.

spring . . .

.

.

.

when

.

w

e

.

entered

.

t

h

a

t

.

dream . . .

.

.

.

dancing

carelessly

.

d

o

w

n

.

those

candied

apple

streets . . .

.

.

.

s

o

happy,

adventurous,

.

a

n

d

.

free . . .

.

.

.

 ~ we

.

w

e

r

e

.

happy,

adventurous,

.

a

n

d

.

free . . .

.

.

.

thinking

this

.

w

a

s

.

the

.

w

a

y

.

things

would

always

be . . .

.

.

.

 ~ the

.

w

a

y

.

things

would

always

be . . .

.

.

.

Another

passionate

kiss . . .

.

.

.

Another

feeling

.

o

f

.

bliss . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

then

another . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

then

another . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

then

another . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

then

another . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

it

could

happen

.

e

v

e

r

y

.

day . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

it

could

happen

.

e

v

e

r

y

.

week . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

it

could

happen

.

i

n

.

a

cafe . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

it

could

happen

.

o

n

.

the

street . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

it

could

happen

.

w

i

t

h

.

anxiety . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

it

could

happen

.

w

i

t

h

.

ease . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

it

could

happen

.

t

o

.

you . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

it

could

happen

.

t

o

.

me . . .

.

.

.

only

because . . .

.

.

.

~ because

only

.

i

t

.

seemed

this

was

.

t

h

e

.

way

things

would

always

be . . .

.

.

.

 ~ this

was

.

t

h

e

.

way

things

would

always

be . . .

.

.

.

f

o

r

when

you

.

a

r

e

.

young . . .

.

.

.

you

believe

.

i

t

.

just

goes

on

.

a

n

d

.

on . . .

.

.

.

 ~ you

believe

.

i

t

.

just

goes

on . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

on . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

on . . .

.

.

.

 ~ it

just

goes

on . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

on . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

on . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

on . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

on . . .

.

.

.

until

.

y

o

u

.

realize

you’ve

reached

.

t

h

e

.

end

.

o

f

.

that

song . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

have

only

danced

’til

dawn . . .

.

.

.

 ~ you

.

h

a

v

e

.

only

danced

’til

dawn . . .

.

.

.

when

.

y

o

u

.

realize

there’s

.

s

o

.

many

more

miles

ahead

.

t

h

a

n

.

behind . . .

.

.

.

 ~ there’s

.

s

o

.

many

more

miles

ahead

.

t

h

a

n

.

behind . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

the

miles

get

longer

.

w

i

t

h

.

time . . .

.

.

.

  ~ yes,

.

t

h

e

.

miles

get

longer

.

w

i

t

h

.

time . . .

.

.

.

f

o

r

you

have

only

danced

’til

dawn . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

all

.

o

f

.

those

magical

moments,

now

.

a

r

e

.

gone . . .

.

.

.

  ~ yes,

all

.

o

f

.

those

magical

moments,

now

.

a

r

e

.

gone . . .

.

.

.

b

u

t

I

miss

.

t

h

a

t

.

dance . . .

.

.

.

that

dawn . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

I

miss

.

t

h

a

t

.

song . . .

.

.

.

  ~ I

miss

.

t

h

a

t

.

song

.

t

h

a

t

.

went

on . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

on . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

on . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

on . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

on . . .

.

.

.

It

seemed

.

t

o

.

be

a

dream . . .

.

.

.

when

we

.

w

e

r

e

.

dancing

carelessly

.

d

o

w

n

.

those

candied

apple

streets . . .

.

.

.

  ~ we

.

w

e

r

e

.

dancing

carelessly

.

d

o

w

n

.

those

candied

apple

streets

.

i

n

.

the

seeming

eternity . . .

.

.

.

~ the

seeming

eternity

.

o

f

.

spring.

Reflection:  

This poem was inspired by the movie “Before Sunset” (a sequel to “After Sunrise”) and largely reflects the romantic ease frequently experienced in the days of youth – something which starts to get more difficult and far less frequent as we age. We could be awkward and make so many blunders in our days of youth and quickly recover from those, but we tend to become less forgiving with others (and ourselves) as time marches on. I have many fond memories of those early, adventurous days of my life.

I used to song “Good Love” by Zola Blood to play repeatedly in the background at low volume to create the “moodset” for the poem. If you listen to the song at low volume while reading this poem, you might better get the “feel” of it.