I see
her gossamer skin...

Oh what of beauty, of him,
when as close as i become, i am still...

I can feel it coming on again,
etching its way upon my bones...

I know you would turn over in your grave,
if you could see what i have become today...

My dearest, I did fall upon a day,
when the oceans Sapphire flickers...

In your fairness, your unchanging smile,
though i know not, what it may be for...

Oh how age does love so long,
passion may wander, but my soul endures...

Wind chimes sneaking over the terrace,
creaking parasols mourning the change of season...

If only you could hear these words tonight,as you...

This view i see..leaking moonlight onto the skies,
a blank canvas with polka doted stars...

The smell of sweet roses fills the room of days...
the sweetness, the deep blood color, dripping all...

I left you a note
on the end of your bed...