A Memory of Detriment

A memory of Detriment, a memory so mundane,

A memory of elegance, of movement, of the subtle depth of expression, the mixture of intense emotion, a blend of taste, fire and rain.

Movement, Graceful and Brave.

Like an Eagle swaying close to heaven,

Within the Fragrance of pure air, neither far nor near;

I watched and mistook you for a shooting star, dancing in the sky,

Stuck in time, waiting to grant, just, one more wish,

And so I wished:

“Time shall stay, Hither I may,

Watch thee sway, So far Away,

But not too far, So I miss my chance, 

Fer my Eyen doth bleed, for one more Glance.”