Monologue

Love's ashes blown By the wind of time; Consumed in flames, Now, —chastity her senses. She lies in apathy, Cold-shivered, and so empty… In tears and sighs, Her yearning heart Profoundly aching: ‘To burst again in tongues of fire— Do not dare! ' I whisper: Obsessed with broken memories— In pieces like her heart… ‘Forget them there, Scattered in an induced amnesia, Buried in impermanence Like your beloved's heart: It's time for another spring To bloom its flowers in your heart! ' She casts my thoughts away, But I guide them in the present, And in a smile I catch myself again— This little game I play! A glimpse into the moment and around, Brings back myself to now.