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."
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