she was a beautiful picture;
in a bright golden frame.
all my dreams caught in waiting,
wishing to hear her murmur my name.

at odds with my memories,
never grasping what i have lost;
i once owned all the autumns of her life,
now i stand drenched in her pain.

going wild into the realms of my own head,
summer has come and gone in the passing,
all her memories failing to fade into the twilight.
still among the flowers,only in my head she remains;
like some remnants of a dream fading fast.