Strands of a Lost Love

"These strands of ebony in your brush you left here... So many years ago- Undisturbed by the passage of time- They're not forgotten... by me as time continues to flow... And strands me on an island where calendars have no meaning And a love so long ago Still haunts me without my understanding.... This I know This old brush sitting on the window sill as it has these many years As the snow has fallen outside Lies undisturbed as summer evenings roll by Each night I sit before the window... trace your ebony locks with my eyes Each twist is well learned Like the meaning Of why I could never see Sun sets on your memory I'll spend my time through eternity Sitting at the window You once gazed through Forgotten brush before me Hair of ebony... all I own... But the memories Richer still, than Mida's gold play out before my weeping eyes... Dusk to night Last ray of light Shimmers on the ebony"s radiance Sittin' at the window Every light does fade My life does too... But not my heart's... Remembrance... of you."