Mourning Faded Beauty

 
There was a time
when every day
was a new treat from you
and you were always
leaving me blushing
and breathless
and wanting.
Though more of your beauty
was revealed daily
I could never get my fill,
in a constant state
of craving you.
And what a beauty it was,
with all the cliches
yet still such a mystery,
so high above me.
So very vibrant despite,
or perhaps because of,
the darkness you carry with you;
your burden
borne theatrically
if not nobly.
Every glimpse
leaving echoing trails
in my mind for days,
and I would treasure
each one.

Then
the times between
the revelations of
your magnificence
slowly increased,
and more and more frequently
mundanity prevailed.
Vibrancy faded,
and so did your presence,
until you dried up;
a well tapped too often?
Perhaps I was greedy
and demanding,
though if I was
I can hardly be blamed;
you left me with no control,
aching  
for another dose of you.
Though, realistically,
I doubt my attentions
and adoration
had any affect with you,
and I must admit
that makes me glad, now,
for it means I played no part
in the decline
and destruction
of something so wondrous.

I still think you beautiful,
and how could I not,
when I run my mind
through the memories
of your past glory?
I just wish
you would come alive again.













(Originally written for the 'Poet Encryption' contest)