Reves

A Poem by Hesperidian

Lost

You smell like summers past
And taste of the chill of winter
Long gone is the ruddiness
That once dotted your tegument
In spots reminiscent of the rose
Forlornly, I watch as
Slowly, the darkness claims you
Shadowlands become your troubled dreams
Once wool gatherer now dusk harvester
Spells, thought harmless,you once uttered
In the folly of youth
In your quest for distinction
Now have taken shape and form
Wraiths they are
And together with the night, seek to become you
They know the things you have spoken
In the silent places of your psyche
Fear, the weft across your bêtise
Yarn worthy of Arachne. Tragedy beckons
Closing in around you
Stuffing you full of your own essence
Your heart it wishes to tame
A hutch to trammel that which is wild
Your soul lies crushed
Beneath a mountain of woes
Your spirit lay staccato
Fluttering on broken wings
In my arms lay thee
Once an inviolable force
Now lost to slow decay
Putrefaction of soul and flesh
Your fairness only to be remembered
By the sweet sour laurel
That shall crown your earthy tresses