on the aged blinds, all dusty
filled corners of spiderwebs,
the dusky remembrances
sat a reign of yesterday's
fog filled eyes
the  bluish hue
random splotches
which glasses none
have a cure for
I recall her
her in glory
like it was yesterday
lithe
sweet as a sundrop
cool as a new wind
soft as the mellow song
whispering
cute
as a cub
new as the day was then