Beyond the realm of thought, where reasoning is shattered into fragments, and illusion transforms shadow into substance, she walks upon the falling dust that gathers in the corners of remembrance. Her existence is defined by those who turn the pages of carefully bound selections as a narrative for those who follow. For this small world within a world dwells upon a hidden shelf in the minds of men who recall her presence. Alas, she is there, dancing for the days of wine and romance. Where the renewal of spring, the adornment of autumn and hush of winter’s snow remain, she is there. She did not go.
Posted on July 5, 2013, in poetry and tagged adornment, days of wine, existence, fragments, hush, illusion, minds of men, narrative, pages, reasoning, remembrance, shadow, shelf, substance, thought, world within a world. Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.