Remember?

Echoes in an empty hall, as scenes seen in a pitch-black mirror, The ghost of long forgotten love, the sensual scents less than ethereal. But then was now, when we were there, clearest clarity, exquisite touch, Transcending life, defying death! Expunging all with breadth of breath. Or darker than the deepest mine, as from the void the psyche spikes Grinding mind and sucking joy, efface debase the right of life. Or known, as loss of friend or love, dim eyes, demise, sarcophagus. A loved one gone, us left behind, we knead a need to de-freeze the mind. But then: as rocks to sand and ice to rain, again a gain, the knife goes blunt, Senses ephemeral, piquant recognition, shades turn to shades, we find remission. The big wheel turns, and now is then, his story history, now no clearer, Than echoes in an empty hall or scenes seen in a pitch-black mirror.   Written January 14th, 2002 © on Jan 14 2002 11:54 AM PST    0 • 11