Ambience of love is lost to me;
its song in my heart is mute.

Garden of me in silent pain;
like grieving echo of flute.

Shadow of love, absorbed to dust;
gone is sweet passion.

Finger of lust on windowpane,
finding no admission.

Still and silent like the grave,
my love is past and gone.

Through hearts hallway, whines cold wind,
swirling dried leaves that mourn.

Their tuneless season null and void
Like empty cymbal clashes.

Silent is this night, stirred by
stilled breath in loves cold ashes.

2000

01/28/2002

Posted on 01/28/2002
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