adrift
amid the vapid bedlam
palliation sought
eluding
stinging mistral
stretching onward
unseen
through the looking glass
left
to bare futility
lorn
where languid life doth linger
mistress lost
the first
the last
as she alone
compelled the stars
to loom anew
the constellations
lucid whispers
shaped her lips
like lucent kisses
illustrating
dormant creed
of freedom’s virtue
solitary
heart-sworn wisdom
salvaged from a wonted way
of this frail earth
where only fools
and martyrs
of demented mind
stand to find
a disposition
sound of spirit
. . . listen –
for her’s is a legacy
of love
luminary
in her dearth
and presence
redefined
[image credit: Vittorio Zecchin]


