And shimmering Moon
Like a face
Beneath water
Rippling gloom
Bind it and cast it
From the room
Let it shriek
and moan
till the crack
of doom.
Obsessed
And oppressed
By memory,
The wind
Stirs the curtain
In mockery…
And nothing
Of our time
Or world is left,
But the image
Of you
In your white dress.