Memory, languishing forth,
A drop of ivory, upon arrest;
Wrinkled reveries, you harbor,
And whisper, tales of labor.
Venus shells, you embrace,
With trembling tips, I trace.
Broken violets of fancied dream
Pours, upon weary souls a stream.
Along the watery glass I stroll,
Uncoiled in notes of a lost song.
Still, vexed is my soul,
Yearning, clawing, all day long.
Night falls, and I succumb,
The siren calls, an otherworldly hum.
Memory slithers, temptress of dark;
Heart dithers, with melancholy bark.