Time was free
As her light was seen
by the dark side of the moon
An end was a must
For a beginning to ponder
Play was all that she had
Following her heart
To where a place was set
She sang to the loss of his song
Her voice ran
A story was told
With every turning page
He kissed her hand
Raw

Her portrait froze
With just enough colour
She rose
To a flourishing dream
She wanted him
To remember her
with her perfume on
Wonder, a commodity
No name and a blank slate
Love filled the curves of his face
Time was short
He was far
Abundant obstacles for wandering eyes
Lovers entered the centre
Of life's disguise
And desire was what remained...