TO TOUCH THE SHADOW OF YESTERDAY

I can remember yesterday a lot clearer than today 
Even though the chimes of midnight have not yet sounded 
So much focus on today deprived my mind of gratification 
Beauty is glanced at and not consumed

Sounds are ignored by the ear, except for the whaling sirene
Screaming for one’s attention 

The beauty of the swan gliding over the face of the water
Or the flock of birds bathing in the puddles 
Left alongside the road from the summer’s passing shower 
Are side-eyed by the busy day of nothingness

Today may be full of new faces, fashion, and encounters 
As I follow the tracts of the almighty locomotive 
Staring out the window of the rocking caboose
But it was yesterday that stained my heart 
With its portrate of love

O, that I may touch the shadow of yesterday!
Just a glimpse of yesterday’s sunshine will suffice
For it was yesterday that I first saw your face
It was yesterday that I encountered your captivating smile 
It was yesterday that I fell in love.

Wilford Barker.