Memory of a Past Lover

She was my first true lover our love was as an outlaw not adhering to any set of rules in the age of free love, we loved for free... From German Town she came coming to triumph over the sun in the stage of my life that was the moon for my life was early to rise... The night was our secret river loving beneath the heavens up to the pyre she the star of more fertile fire lover of lovers unleashing radiant desire... When our souls first met it seemed like only seconds to say hello and kiss when she left it took forever to say goodbye... Shadow of death on my unfortunate lyre in fathomless echos I cried out her name death of our physicality, death of the flame only black tears the shade of my pen... She came from where red is the Eastern veil where deepest seas entomb her light Erica came like the sun to travel so far then chose to span the world in godless flight...