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Proposal

Do not listen to the voices, dear,

who say love will never age,

whether style, machismo or fear.

They are wrong however solemn they appear,

the poet, the prophet and the sage.

The future must remain unclear.

Another winter holds us here.

Similar snow and familiar ménage

form the rituals of another year

as the rituals slowly disappear.

Where grow the flowers for the wars they wage?

In fields, far from the frontier,

ephemerals for the human soldier

prove it is the same to weep as it is to rage;

Time will continue at her own plaisir.

We are all actors on a crowded stage.

Every line was written out of fear.

Let me love you as you age.

The future must remain unclear.

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Permalink Reply by Dermott Ryder on September 18, 2012 at 12:29

Good Morning Douglas

This brings together interesting trains of thought enhanced by intriguing flashbacks. Plaisir is a commune in the Yvelines department in the Île-de-France in north-central France. It is in the western suburbs of Paris 30 km from the centre.

For a reason I have not yet totally fathomed the words of an old song ‘There’s a long, long trail a winding into the land of my dreams’ comes to mind.

Thank you for sharing your journey.