The Long Morrow

Separated and yet together,

like a flaming red thread

that binds our souls to the past.

Our story was torn to pieces

yet are we one.

This one instant exists in us.

The memory, a picture form within,

like a drop in the dark ocean of time.

Lost forever to the shadows

We lost, my love,

entombed in a marble vault

the world forgets,

telling me your are gone

and while the tears may dry

your ghostly presence haunts my future dreams

erecting imaginary monument

for the ephemeral promise of eternity.

This long morrow - It has begun.