Requiescat of Solitude.

Sweet summer winds, hear me Ne’er endure this bewailing daybreak For where whether not daylight rises Now silenced eternal under prettified blossoms Sleeps that sweet beauty that defined me. Under the dimly faded blanket of Gaia In the blanched obsidian void of memory Her slowly fading voice of once yesterdays Never again to behold tomorrows promise Or the faint blushing of a passionate today. Just as with the finality of her passing So to must I forge into the imminent Over muted gray landscapes I must trod Where ardors drying tarns now reflect me Eroding under slow eyes of time… As I linger waiting for him to claim me She lies peaceful, only I, to grieve.