An Anchor Dream

Stagnant I'm on the harbor of my memory Where you anchored once, From far away even out of mind Like the moonlit sky to earth, I stunned by co-existence Of you and in my mind, I came to believe of miracles Because of you that there be a God. Your sparkling discourse and grasp Was more than any innocense and Penatrating beam in your eyes, Is now only my golden past. Then a serpent of conspiracy and A dragon of ambiguity worked The cracks reached to build scratch Then intellects worked and forgot your left Now still on the harbor, perhaps hope Or repenting on my wrong, is that right Sometimes thinking what was that, a dream Or only the base of your leave.