Dig deeper into moist clay
sculpt my thoughts,
they seem astray.

Bite the fleeting essence
tis not a wandering butterfly song?
Pluck out her colorful wings.
Jerk my flight and
glue the wings onto me.

There she will lie
in those sheets of time.
Beneath layers of lost sheen
inflaming such soft aroma
the candle light flickers
dancing,teasing
Much to her dismay.

Dim now,
like emptiness of an infertile widow.
The flame lost its way.
Gave away to its momentary lover.
The shrewd blowing wind of promise.
Burnt her out.

She looked around and realised
Her reflection had run away.
Hold on,she ran behind it.
And reached the pond.
Where she saw it dive.
Splashing,bidding to her a mysterious good bye.

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Farewell my friend.
Ive waited long enough, done my bit.
I just wish you'd have been there.