SERENE SHADOWS

Serene shadows leap
across the yellowed pages
as I brush a fallen lock
from my face.

Your spirit rises
in mimic to my hand
rekindling faded dreams
from the ashes.

Words of the poet
all seem to be about you,
about us, my heart aches
ghostly promises washed away.

Love lost not to death or bitterness
but fear of loving too much;
afraid of shattered dreams
so I am alone.