Like the faded mists of morn
Gave way to summer sun,
Like that vanished fog forlorn-
Our love has come undone…

Like the starry velvet night
Reeled in the lover's sigh,
And breathed it out in ancient rite,
To wander 'cross the sky…

Like the embers of the fire
That paled and turned to dust,
Blow the coals of our desire,
To heaps in front of us…

Like the castle built on sand
Ebbs in the age-old tide,
No longer will you take my hand,
Forsaken… love has died.

By Sharon Frye