You as dispassionate, estranged

You as dispassionate, estranged,

Yet loving in my mind engaged.

But you depart for world beyond

Where I don’t dwell, nor verse, nor song.

And you would see, attend, in-breath:

The eyes, the words of truth bereft.

And you that fragrance will caress  

With which blind moment you have blessed.

 Then I’d be weaned from cuddling days

 These sadness, woe would replace.

 Your eyes, your words, your shoulders curve

 In cherished dreams I would preserve.

But every thing as shadows pass

Would flicker, vanish, flit. Alas!

As moments granted by the Fate,

Like Eden’s day as blink short-lived