A Forgotten Soul

Soft summer night, the smooth sliding sound

Of a summer’s sea and suave jazz cleanses me,

Senseless I stroll toward the soft drone.

The clinking of china forces me to hear

The echoes of her debonair teasing,

Taming the ungainly guests she rises.

A phoenix, an image of rebirth.

Her soul hopeful as it watches from above,waiting

Vivid radiance illuminates her striking smile

Yet I cannot see it,

But I remember it, I remember her.

From the distance I watch as ever

She does not know of me,

No more she knows than my words were adequate.

A lone spectator, stealing a sound from herside.

Her breaking soul hopes she will see, waiting

Rough injurious wind cannot but alert me

Of her presence, is she watching in hope?

I am nothing but an illusion to her.

She waited for my return

Six years on she awaits, still,

I said I’d come again.

But here I stand a forbidden guest, she tamesme.

Her soul craves for her eyes to see my words offervour, waiting

The matured written words of paper bind

Her soul with tendons of soft caring glass,

Her lips whisper the words of my aged brain.

Am I sitting here an outcast of her memory?

Does she not see who I am?

Does she solely recall my words of deceit?

Rid of harmony, rid of devotion, rid of soul.

My soul sits beside hers; in debt I renounce myspirit, waiting