-1- <br /> Draw back the curtain of indifference <br /> And stare <br /> At all her ageless temple where gravestones life. <br /> (Oh look! <br /> Above a butterfly in wind <br /> Flutters like a trembling hand <br /> Writing a last will. <br /> The flowers petals tear and scribble on the fast breeze. <br /> Moonlight on stones glows like a cup of tears.) <br /> Oh tell me <br /> Why Agnes died, <br /> And who grew aghast <br /> At her sightless eyes. <br /> <br /> -2- <br /> A time she passed my way <br /> Again and again, <br /> And left no imprint on the solid land, <br /> On rose, on the dancing daffodil. <br /> <br /> Oh, ghost or seraphim <br /> Of this garden place, <br /> Let my thoughts be your thoughts; <br /> <br /> And open the door, and let her out-- <br /> Her still drop of Life, <br /> the air she breathed, <br /> The images that fled her timeless eyes.<br /><br />J. G. X. Borrege<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/agnes-dead-these-many-memories/
