That which we thought we'd come to know
But arising from that deathly shroud
Is the lifeless, pallid saddest cloud
Fleet of foot can not outrun
The banner unfurled that hails...all....undone
When the coverlet is pulled from thy fair face
What colours abound, radiate for our embrace?
Only those thoughts left of memories; with tints
Of sparkling glittered blues, and emerald green hints....
There below lies the cavernous abyss
Within lays a spark...an ember'd memory of the kiss
Hush! As did a flutter from dark closed lashes
wake from that deathly slumber
Not much wiser
but perhaps cloaked and
gloved humbler
For in that brief rainbow of memories
cast 'pon her brow
Did she recall his handsome face,
and his deepest love, for her
