Old visions in faded colour,

Drift in shadowed depths of a broken mind.

A lost love in a grave lies,

Love’s youthful blush, now ghostly pallor,

Somber silence, hath replaced life’s vigor.

Silent grave in which lost love lies,

Lies itself unmarked,

Save for drops of grief from a lone mourner’s eyes.

All the mourner’s tearful cries,

For a resurrection of a love lost,

Fall on heavy silence breathing silent sighs,

Uncaring, untouched by a mourner’s hope,

As hope slowly dies, entombed, in a freshly broken heart.