Proverbial Winds

Proverbial winds gust,

A philosophical magic I once knew.

Through my being, I identified,

A dream, a moment I dared to trust.

Clockwork girl, all dials and cogs.

Rusted now and set aside,

Delicate hands created passion,

Now a sepia sky gives way to the prologue,

A time before the pages got over-turned.

Words of the world; a tale of love,

The song finished; a vague echo,

Of smiles and pain; the pages now burned.