with poetic imaginings, we do not need to know how to fly to soar within a heart, within a remembered heaven of inhaled breath... 1967 almost anything was possible it seemed.. I always wondered why and also why so fleeting, were we just too young and idealistic??? nice one Jacob... her heart may only be temporary, but those poetic imaginings are forever...
A lovely poem Jacob, very sweet. It's nice to look back on past loves.
The good ones anyway. Some still make the heart flutter, even if they never take flight.
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..