Stanzas: Monthly Chapbooks September 2014: The First | Page 8

With Silhouette On Castel Wall
Shane Vaughan
I saw her wave through midday mist
Her tattered slip draped softly
Across time and memory
As I Crouched low in the dying places and
Stooped to tie the laces of
Our past existence together.
Her first we called friend and
Her second we named lover.
But her third is a smile,
And there in that smile lie I:
Nestled quietly
Across time and memory.
And I spent time down the long mile
Remembering light become
Dark become light become dark.
But when I arrived she had vanished,
Now a patch of folded grass and
The soft warmth of near-absence.
With silhouette on Castel wall
I watched the earth crumble
And was made new
And was made new
And was made new
Again.