The fountain
In sorrow
Water ran dry
Its heartbeat
Is muffled
Gaze to the sky.
To its angelic
Companions
Also in bronze
Wings silent
And resting
Eyes to ground.
Waiting
For lovers
Now vastly
Apart
Seperated
By circumstance
Entwined
Memorys heart.
The silent regatta
Moves free
In a dream
By the old fountains
Stature
Is anything real ?