Ephemeral Glow of a Forgotten Dream
Ephemeral Glow of a Forgotten Dream


I wandered alone through that forsaken hall,
Where silence whispered shadows against the wall.
She stood, a figure carved in fading light,
A vision framed in time’s eternal flight.
Her frock—pale pink, with roses drawn in gold,
Spun stories of a love that once was told.
Embroidery of silver traced her grace,
A fairy born from heaven’s tender space.
The lecture passed, yet something lingered near,
A glow, a warmth, a presence pure and clear.
She shone like stars within a restless sky,
Her gaze a promise, silent as a sigh.
I met her then in dreams where time dissolves,
Where fate, like night, around our hearts revolves.
Her eyes—so deep, so full of soft despair—
Carved fleeting pictures of a love laid bare.
Yet all was transient, like a fading dream,
A fleeting moment, lost within the stream.
She stands, a stranger now, so far from me,
Her image etched in endless memory.
For what is love, if not a passing flame,
A spark that burns, yet leaves no trace but name?
Now gone, like all things destined to depart,
She lingers only in the chambers of my heart.