Empty Portrait

Once I dared render A trapping of quintessence To hold fast all that is you Somewhere upon my canvas To capture your beauty In pastels of feigned adoration From charcoaled scratched eyes Slowly her face takes form Searching yesterdays colours To recapture the essence of your voice Now merely a passionate facsimile Obtusely rendered in penciled arrogance My sketching comes from experience Tracings of agony felled of your eyes From the easels edge drips my anguish Now a morass union of passivity How I long to feel the heat of your fiery spirit…