Linger As Singer

So long ago, so tremblingly present,
The fact of my being overcomes me,
The beauty of the storming of the sea
That next becomes glassy placidity
 
Yes, so much was said and done long ago
But now brings transformational focus
What was is now refreshed to be made new
Comes this way for the first time to greet me

Yes, this is a love song, current crooning
Of what was and wasn’t, could be, couldn’t be,
I’ve loved and hated without explanation,
Been flower and bee, twain of fated me

This luxury to linger as singer
To wake refrains of trembling’s refrainings