Bronze roses
and dried leaves...
love lies adust
in this melancholy place.
Faint rays of light
through broken windows,
disturb the jealous darkness.
Pale figures glide
down gloomy hallways --
faint whisperings are heard.
Broken dreams: faded tapestries
of what was and will
never be again.
Mirrors reflect a sad masque:
what is lost to the day.
Bronze roses
and dried leaves.
Here in this somber place
the air is rare
and full of sighs.
Oct 4, 2010
Oct 4, 2010 at 11:55 AM UTC
Bronze roses
and dried leaves...
love lies adust
in this melancholy place.
Faint rays of light
through broken windows,
disturb the jealous darkness.
Pale figures glide
down gloomy hallways --
faint whisperings are heard.
Broken dreams: faded tapestries
of what was and will
never be again.
Mirrors reflect a sad masque:
what is lost to the day.
Bronze roses
and dried leaves.
Here in this somber place
the air is rare
and full of sighs.