A Haunting of Sorts

I took a solemn knee
to your stinging memory
and placed my tarnished ring
upon the gelid finger
of every deadened dream
that chance left dancing
beneath a lifetime of rain

                    and there, I saw your azure eyes....

An aging want inviting
ghosts of tender vows
left lingering, listless
where the best intentions
battle the voice of time
as the hourglass
dictates every foul word

                     and there, I heard your whispers....

Those azure eyes
are haunting ashen memoirs,
their anguished residue
invading sleeping cells
and tainting ev'ry waking dream
with somber visions
buried 'mid the restless grave
of another wasted lifetime

                      and there, I saw your silhouette....

Stark against those uniform rows
where stone cold sentries
caste their weathered granite glance
upon the burnt-out faces
of the unlucky wretches
time chose to keep in chains

                     and there, I saw your epitaph....