The Lore of Lost

A chamber in my mind, long sealed,

The ghostly portrait, never to be healed.

Of that soft light that on your likeness fell,

A sacred ghost within a silent cell.

A ghost that linger within my mind,

A treasure vanished, I cannot find.

The laughter drifts on a phantom breeze,

Like wilted roses on autumn trees.

My favorite memories, lost in time,

A haunting echo, a distant chime.

The stars may whisper, the night may weep,

Yet into your arms I shall never creep.

Forever gone, yet forever near,

It haunts my soul with both love and fear.

I reach the shadows, but shadows fade,

As dreams dissolve in the night could made.

You are the echo of a sweeter sound,

Than any joy that on this earth is found.

A whispered verse from some forgotten lore,

That I may dream of, but may touch no more.

You are the flame I will not regain,

The sweetest sorrow, the softest pain.

Though lost, it remain in my heart’s domain—

A lingering memory, yet all in vain.