- Annette Austin
WHEN I WAS YOUNG

Running through the fields
When I was young,
A heady smell of blossoms
I am almost overcome.
The sensual heat of summer
Hot sun burning under my soles,
Fear of failure
Is something I will not control.
Being held firmly
In your strong arms,
The strength of your kiss
Never lost its charm.
Come closer,
I still need you near,
Make me laugh again
Whisper in my ear.
All the while
I am safe between,
The cool breeze
And the heady scent of steam.
Those welcome days
They all seemed so long,
In my mind
Now that you have gone.
Days are so much longer
Nights are lengthier still,
I can still recall
Running up that hill.
Some nights
I still call your name,
You turn, I rush towards you
Catch me once again.
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