Stretching into love again
After a hiatus of years
Lips need old lips
To see past new tears
Our hands hung
In Time’s hammock
Patiently waiting
For a rose Moon
To lift moist memory
From its quiet Garden
Though lovers’ love is past
And youth’s blind passion
Now splashes in the hurrying verse
Of loving recollection
Your warm words have made a new home
Nesting ever so tightly in an old poet’s heart
Dan Corjescu teaches at the University of Tübingen’s “Studium Professionale” Program