There she stands in the center of the room
dark green velvet smile and twilight hues
as though the silvers in the paper had come alive
she seems to be three people tonight
and this time seems different from all the rest
inches apart and in the dark
she guides his hands towards her heart
as lips tenderly brush just once
under falling fabric of winter dusk
which instantly fades with the coming morning light
to become just a hazy ghostly token
of times never spent
they knew no future together
but in moments of recollection..........
10 years ago when,
a braided length of hair was his most treasured possession
and how time seems to take great pains
to move so slowly at times like these
reflecting regrets in blinding bright diamond shine
they still sometimes wake
with tears in their eyes.
