With Her Vivid Statuesque

I dreamed of shadow and of sun A lucid outline, twasn’t much Like lines and riddles often touch Between, I found, my love That time is riddled with these lines --so juxtaposed Memory cannot feel like hearts She cannot beat nor burst But with her vivid statuesque She moves. There is no silence bright as sun Save memory where it runs The wake and fall are both the same There beauty has no shame. There is no silence as the hearts Whose hearts in beating beat apart Unwaiting like the past Forgotten lines of love A sunrise in the rust.