A poem in the 19th century romantic style. |
The candle's flame a yellow flicker Into her lap his head descended The sky ablaze but fading, quickly Before his eyes her features blended "My hero," then she whispered to him Her saddened smile was but a blur He tried to talk, to move his limbs She put her hand where his lips were "Hush, my love, don't speak," she said With teary eyes, "don't fear The world outside erased by night But you and I are here" Came then his final breaths, "I love you More than one man could But, there is one thing--" "I know--" "I wish I understood "My memories are fading now Or were they ever there? The time we've had is clear as day--" She stroked his brow and hair "Who am I, won't you say, my love? And tell me, who are you? I know it's strange; I don't recall But now I wish I knew" A paling vision only Her smiling face above He felt her tears on his own skin A touch of misty love "My man," she said, "you do forget How quickly it must end This time together, me and you We don't have much to spend "This is all a dream, you see And now we've reached its eve Though you may be again with me It's time for me to leave" The flame was gone, his body still Then from the void he stirred A bird's feet on the windowsill Was the next thing he heard |