In a cold, damp corner of my mind
Where receding memories reside,
An ephemeral image
Of your shyly curved brows
That float upon your diaphanous eyes,
And the vestiges of a smile
That bestows pits of joy in your rosy cheeks
In the immediate vicinity of
The corners of your lips,
Imparts a rush of warmth and colour
To all wryly passing thoughts,
Before the image recedes into sub-consciousness,
Gently fading all the warmth and colour it brought.
I do not know how to frame my thoughts
Or to adorn my words,
But when I remember
That lingering trace of a smile
Clutching at the corners of your lips
Like the aroma of the earth
That lingers after the rain,
I feel compelled to capture
That image of perfection
That flickers like the last breath of light
In the dying hours of the day
In words from my unworthy pen,
For words and flickering images
Are all I have left of you now.