In Search of Lost Time

From the gray ruins of my memory,

She rises like a shadow vague and unsteady,

Shrouded in deep gloom,

Only to ignite in preternatural light,

Rekindling the images of a lost time.

The beauty of the woman framed amid,

Raven curls loose to the evening breeze,

Her large lustrous eyes pinion my soul.

I offer her my heart and suffer the agonies...

Of what might have been.

Rejecting my heart, I took hers,

Capturing her unparalleled beauty

In the abstraction of a decaying

Object I could hold in my hands.

She floats away in an unreal dance,

A dream too bright to last.

Death keeps an open house.

We will meet again.