In passion's times why do I drown in thought?
But then it is that question that I ask.
No joy! Instead, I take myself to task--
Like now What formula can I be taught
To keep mind's dregs out of the sweet wine's cask--
The sparkles bubbling in the joy-filled flask?
This found, elusive answers could be caught.
What is this passion's cause? Could I divorce
My feelings from the words that come to mind--
Instead revel in heats, see lavas,, seething
fountains...
I've craved such torrid bliss sensed at its source:
Such frenzied foment--feelings undefined,
Why I could rise to thralls the heights of mountains!
CODA
But when alluring glows of promise flare,
Restraints unfan the flames of fervency--
Thrills of this carnal kind, so ripe for capture.
Prizes of moment should reign thoughtless, free!
I curb the surge, defuse the charge of dare,
Consumed by matters of mind over rapture.
(C)) February 1997 Charles
L. Prazak
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