IN ANOTHER TIME

When I think about all the times I have loved,
instead of evoking women's faces, I evoke
a certain air, a certain light I have yet to see.
If it exists out there in the distance, I know not either.

Perhaps my heart was maddened
and all that had been once has been forgotten.
Someone, this is true, was walking beside me
and still all that existed for me was not enough.

Or it was that indefinite thing,
a certain light, a certain air easily missed.
That is what I seek now and cannot find.

Two shadows were extending themselves
over a meadow of who knows where,
in another time, I no longer can remember it.

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