nephilim56

LEGEND

I sometimes think
She is immortal
Memory cast
Upon a golden pool
Sunshines glimmer
An eternal Summer.

I sometimes think
She is a legend
Time suspended
Upon that sway
Upon the moment
Now gone away.

She is a victim
Of times cruel hand
Aged as I 
Men walk by
No longer
Admiring glances
Only to live
Where poetry dances.