Who are you young lady
in faded hues ?
bloom unchained to age past,
whose colors weep
as dawn renews ...
A ghost of beauty that could not last...
no sound escapes -a silent stifled scream
within a haunted frame...
A prisoner of dream .
Boundless space-held in icy lines
that intimate,yet timeless ,still confines...
Fever cast upon a shape unstilled
by a painter in quest of life ,
unsettling feeling .
formless dust that flowers ,
serene nothingness, longing
at the whims of the rainy seasons
whose ceaseless drops erode
the graven name...
Each passing passion ,letter fragment ,
until stone remembered not at all ...
In your sorrow\'s path ,
I tread toward you ,
where days of regrets ,my spirit chase...
the violins of court are stilled ,
no more shall we in dance thrilled ,
and every step ,memory in slow melody ,
unyielding melancholy...
Only the artist\'s hand can make immortality
anew awake .
I am the lover of your dead nature
in ash of illusions, cold and spread ...