The Wreath Pt. 1

Through a window peer pilgrim eyes Which well knew Love's most blessed scars And once had danced 'long side the sun So many years a'past... Yet emptied now but of some sliver small Of Mercy's cursed remembrance, Mocking, soothing, the balm of ghosts Which ne'er shall breathe again... Tho still they search, Thus questing, live- For hark! Some glimmer forms, And fleshes bones of what then was... But nay-as quickly born that light retreats To the vales of Far-away... As naught now crowns that moment's transit Save the heart's stark vacant throne. And so to saddened reverie Return old eyes to loving glance 'Pon all the used-to-be- Then a lone and fragrant tear for all the never-was...