Poetry of Issue #8        Page 33

Pondering the Forgotten

Her soul naked she surrounds the palace
old of a few decades ruin of another time.

Walking in the tall reeds of the threatening marsh
she sets her ankles free in the caressing stream.

What might she find behind those absent windows
her breast shaken to its core fearing yet daring.

It might as well be a magnet pulling her within
an invisible grasp trying to hold her back.

But she continues under the thinning muslin
her flesh surrendering to the uncertain destiny.

Her gaze icy as a pure winter sky she spies
beyond the rotting sills of abandoned dreams.

There is only darkness beyond the shaggy walls
and a deep void for those who once walked these halls.

her entire being given to an absolute invasion
she becomes as the beacon to the forgotten ones.

She may vanish now, possessed with those souls
which once crowded the boards of so many dynasties.