That was then
and now it’s over
all that was is gone for good—
the honey days and stinking clovers
drifted by as well they should.

Now time trickles slowly by
forming spikes
and stalactites
in that frozen cave
you call your heart.

That was then
And now it’s over
there’s no more time
for me to brood—
all that was is gone forever—
that was then
and now it’s Heaven.

  • Poetry and Spoken Word©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
    14 June 4, 1998 | Graymoor, IL
    update: February 22, 2020 | OC California

Videography: Yakira Shimoni Fulks and Asaf Fulks
Music Production: Asaf Fulks, Mona Lisa and Jeff Burk
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