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 prisonner 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 ...
-
Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: September 19th, 2026 11:00
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 4
- Users favorite of this poem: sorenbarrett
Online)
Comments2
beautiful write
A tribute to the dead princess .
much enjoyed
I love this one Lorenz a definite fave my friend it speaks to me. Female Dorian Grey.
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.