In an elegant trance, she glides across the stony floor.
The moons illuminating glow beckons her forth once more.
A nightly longing, resurrecting from centuries ago.
Delicate pale face, nearly apparitional, detached.
A wisp of a thin hand, draws aside a dusty curtain.
Cobwebs fall and entangle in ratted, silvery hair.
She glances the streets, prisoner in her lofty tower.
Searching for one in particular, her darling at sea.
Lifeless grey eyes realize, again, he will not come today.
Retreats to her cold chair, to linger in melancholy.
An age long gone, countless yesterdays past.
She dressed in a pastel shade of yellow.
Complimentary with rosy pink cheeks.
He looked out of place, fancy uniform.
A short ending embrace, one long goodbye.
White gloves wipe away arising blue tears.
Those vivid grey eyes glisten as she cries;
“I’ll wait an eternity for you.”