Sunday, June 21, 2020

The Mirror Sees

Shadows dance upon the wall,
a single flame, the source.
A candle burning slim and tall
with mem'ries of remorse.

Ornate carvings frame the glass
that haunts my weary soul.
Reflections of a love, long passed,
of loss and grief in whole.

Subtle, slender curves of silk;
behold, her gentle grace!
While raven waves o'er skin of milk
spill over darkest lace.

Whispered words of passion's fire,
remembered in my ear,
fan the flames of lost desire
upon a yesteryear.

My only treasure, memories
of once, great love, now lost.
And glimpses, that the mirror sees,
my darling, now a ghost.

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