Thomasine Dye

A Ruined Place

 

I see a ruined place-

Abandoned by lost love

Claimed by wayward vines

For no one goes there;

Save for Death

Who leaves pictures of beauty

So the ruins may yet dream

Dreams of far off places

Dreams of accepting faces

 

A spirit rests restlessly there

A mute specter in the night

They spectate the dead wind

Traveling through the withered windows

As they play their desolate song

Singing silently they long

For forlorn fog to cover their blighted body

Because they can not stand the sight

So they stand sorrowfully in soliloquy

 

Always speaking alone to no one

Speaking of meaningless things

They hope to deny thinking 

And to forget how to see

For there are terrible undoings

They cannot bear to repeat