Chatelaine
Ian B Saxon
Chatelaine ...
Golden eyes still linger on crying words, departing
Till only open spaces remain to embrace the innocence of the moment
And phantom shadows left to haunt the silence of this quill
Leaving questions, bearing unanswered reasons
Voices, lost and drifting, resound against the walls of my longing
Standing a lone figure, facing the onslaught of the wind
Clutching a single, scarlet rose in a white-knuckled fist
Stabbing vacant space in final desperation
Chatelaine ...
The sadness in your eye, the ultimate reminder, a finger accusing
Like ice, the wind tearing at my sanity, reversing the joy of loving you
We are hearts connected, yet separated into distant worlds, turning
Away from each other into distance ever increasing
Remnants of tickets, scribbled homeward bound, lay scattered
Each departure a new begin, yet your mirror image still lingers
And these words will never again hold the same meaning
As the innocence of love lost itself in the shadows of long ago
Chatelaine ...
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