Time Will Not Give Time

Like the summer's sun gently warms me,
As unattainable as Nature itself – it is gone.
The upward curve – unimportant – only the eyes I see,
so simply pleasing, and amusing, when giving way to a yawn.

All this I view, the whole as well,
My subtle admiration grew, whereas wounded, my gaze fell.
Though, before, and in my vivid mind's eye,
I know, could not ignore, I witnessed a sad sigh.
            –  4/3/92