Dusk Song

My love was like a living thing.

It was born,
it developed to peak years,
it grew old, it forgot;
it withered and darkened
and decayed and then died.

My love was like a song in vinyl.

Almost forgotten,
it shone less brightly as a classic.
The echoes of its smallest notes
were heard a long long way.
And in the dusk of time,
the music floated ghost-like in the dark;
faintly and strongly.

My love was like a season of spring and of winter.

It was rays of sunlight 'neath the good trees,
it was gold-tinted days and cool breezes,
It was colors, spread 'cross the earth in pieces.
It was the moment of waking, it was the morning dew and the soft rain.

It was autumn, too.

A tragic fall of fading flowers
and birds that flew away in slow motion.
The still twilight took over
and the blissful music of the daytime ended.
Falling leaves foreshadowed winter.

And the winter came.
Darkness fell fast,
bringing its bitter frosted cold.
There was no more sun, there was no more life; only frozen silence.
My loneliness was long,
long like Death is long,
and we are a long time dead.

My love became a winter
without the hope of spring.
Vain dreams, born of memories,
arose to fight the winter;
vain hopes
of a spring that can never return.
There was no winning back the sun
but the dreams,
like the memories,
never died.

My love is a whisper that is too loud,
a monument whose shadow is too tall,
standing there proudly in the distance of time.

Suns fade like love fades,
burning with the illusion of deathlessness.
Stars glitter like old sequin gowns
locked up in a dark room slightly opened.

They say that stars are but brightly lit dust, falsely sparkling as if new,
lingering over the dusk-hued walls of space
to eyes that think them beautifully alive.

But they are dust like my love is dust.
My love is dusk, my love is stardust
when it was once a burning sun.

In the vastness, in the long corridor of time,
my love is still there,
too far for me to reach,
but where I can still see him.

In the solitude forged by memory,
darkened by the shadow of a dream,
lying in the nether regions of my heart;
dead and yet not dead, ancient and new,
He is there.....

A candle without its greatest flame.

Dedicated to my long lost love, my true love, my only love, the love of my life, my soulmate, wherever you are.