He's Older Now: Poem

He's Older Now

He's older now, his hair touched with grey;
I wander in these old streets everyday,
Memory-laden; I wonder who and why
Whomsoever deemed life should
Absolutely turn out this way.

He's older now; I hope and pray
He finally has found his destiny and his way;
Never like the others, never convention-prone,
His voice, like velvet caresses touched my senses
Knocked down all my fragile defenses


His thick dark hair, flying in the breeze
Seemed only to tease;
And when his eyes --
Ah! his eyes touched my skin
Smouldering fires burned within

He's older now, or so it seems
Wiser now, this  piece of my dreams;
Oft did I wonder if I should let him, once again
With sensitive fingers rekindle
This longing,  passionate regret.


Copyright: Rani Turton