Years
have slipped away:
By
clock, calendar and birthday—
And
so has beauty…
White
nights have taken their place.
My
mind, now often in a rush
Re-winding
old film, old events!
Even
this past year appears
A
wasted time for me
(Writing,
writing, less living);
The
longer I live—the more secrets
I
find buried deep within my mind, my
Childhood:
long forgotten struggles!...
#3360 (6-11-2012)
Written: in Lima, Peru
Note: a white night is often referred to as a night
without sleep