Black thoughts on a starless night with no clouds.
I lie awake, haunted by impressions
That darken my memory like thick shrouds.
Your infinite theater of expressions,
Your magnificent eyes, ocher and gold,
The strange way you used to enter a room
As if dancing, your voice bright and bold.
But Time reclaimed your passions much too soon,
And silence reigns where once your laugh did ring.
I sift through photographs of days long gone,
Too afraid of forgetting everything
To acknowledge I now must walk alone.
This my prayer for the years that remain:
That you and I should someday meet again.