Nocturne

Time is unbound-
in an instant, I see before me
all of my memories;
cherished and stowed away,
contained to be saved
from cruel, inevitable
deterioration.

The amphitheatre is before me-
the symphony plays
one last, slow song
so the lovers may hold tight-
steadfast within the walls
of what is now
their only life together.

I see such memories
simultaneously
and breathe in the bliss
of seasons and years-
of fresh grass and
cold snow; the polluted
the pastoral- it matters not
but that it was
and still bears the token
of love.

Such love as fills
all things and makes us
wonder not why we don't see it
until it is broken,
for it lives so close
to us, its cherished vows
go unspoken.

Here,
in this space of my mind,
where only you belong,
I see you full
though fragile
and realise
that I owe you yet
so much tenderness.