In the moonlit night,
I sat as a distant Charmer,
Upon the vision of which-
Perhaps-I -a beauty visioned.
Not caring for the life, that is -
An Eternal Remembrance...
As I walk the sand,
Upon the remains- undug,
I see, I sense, I believe- much,
Not a void- or waste,
may be what I call -
An Eternal Remembrance...
The dream, if could,
just be dreamt- as I visioned.
Not caring much or so,
Just be real; if not much,
What I then realize- and feel,
Is that my melancholy,
Yes, so- my melancholy,
Is the gaps you left in my space,
And perhaps that, it is You -
My Eternal Remembrance... |
Submission Name: Eternal Remembrance
