Farewell the Beauty Of

She be like the best of rose which is not recalled by name, Cool as ice yet warmed by scent that sets tortured hearts aflame. Distant like the furthest star twinkling late into the night; Somehow lost to morning’s sun yet still held within your sight. Never truer words are spoke than to say nothing at all When passing the master’s brush over pictures on the wall. She’ll be kept for years to come, handed down the lines of time; Lingering from thoughts of youth in that “she had once been mine”. Out of an autumn’s fever she’ll come rambling into view, Unchanged since those days gone by when she did but just pass through. Somewhere in those memories that await the coming spring, Hope has been chained to the soul which suffers for ev’rything. Yesterday is now an age lost upon the grounds that burn, Well before that bridge too far stands the point of no return. Remember her one last time as the light fades o’er the rise; Only Heaven truly knows where it is the beauty lies.