When something stirs
That something quite familiar
Yet so strange
A locket dangling
Upon a chain
How soft the images inside it lain
Those photos they assure
Me of those days
When meeting glances were like carefree wings
An innocent vestige that leaves a trace
Like vespers whispered between church bell rings
Or soliloquies on a silent stage.
An empty doorway looks beyond from room to room
Contemplate the magic of a barren scene
Once filled with laughter and surprise
