These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which, as they kiss, consume.
- William Shakespeare.
Come, my darling, take my hand,
Journey down this path with me;
Let’s return to yesterday’s land.
Come feel the grainy summer sand,
The relieving shade of this oak tree.
Come, my darling, take my hand.
Hidden from the world we stand
Gazing over an opal sea;
Let’s return to yesterday’s land.
Whispered words, soft demands,
Fingers entwined with no space between.
Come, my darling, take my hand.
To a silent tune, the light in your eyes dance,
‘I can hear your heartbeat,’ you say to me.
Let’s return to yesterday’s land.
Rain or shine, by your side I’ll stand,
Though this may not appear to be.
Come, my darling, take my hand,
Let’s return to yesterday’s land.
- anonymous.
