"Hazel"

                              
                                                                   "HAZEL"
                                  
                     
                                    In elderly vision, prevalent shades of morning trees perish.
                                    Pain being a formative lesson.
                                    A keen sense of vague photography
                                    Hazel was her name
                                    Darkened trees align subtle shadows of yesterdays circumstance
                                    Who took you from me?
                                    Solitary paths of shallow sinking sedimentary.
                                    Sordid building foundations and interwoven manuscripts.
                                    Parallel and informative
                                    How my world unraveled around when you laughed.
                                    I loved the way midnight moods
                                    commenced your endless strategy
                                    of inseparable voyages
                                    Transcending unfathomable myths of old dirt roads
                                     I loathe being without you hazel.
                                    Casting immaculate pearls into
                                    desolate formidable seas of languid symmetry.
                                    How youth escapes me exponentially and permanently
                                    Then seethes through deserted footprints of inevitable quicksand.
                                    What I would not sacrifice for one everlasting moment
                                    along your promiscuous terrain.
                                    How autumnal branches sway to withered breeze
                                   on coastal shorelines of Mediterranean outskirts
                                   Take my long predictable presence and strain every tenuous sinew
                                   We will never have children in vulnerable Winter upon fallen snow drifts
                                   descending immeasurably beyond cloudless havens of mercury
                                   Mother and daughter sift through rupturing piles
                                   of priceless antiques and pawnshop jewelery
                                   gone to painstaking settlements on abandoned equators
                                   I see your image moving vast sand-like mirages of heaving desert.
                                   Your frail voice spoke of broken wind and soiled rain too soon
                                   so soft and delicate angels wept in silent syllables
                                   upon heavy chambers of majestic skylines.
                                   Two weeks ago, on returning homeward
                                   from my  laborious studies of crushing discontent
                                   I was traveling beseechingly through a local village when
                                   a street car whipped past me splashing muddy puddles of filthy rainwater
                                   on my torn and sullen shoelaces.
                                   I noticed a woman sternly striding wayward across from me
                                   on the other side of the city sidewalk
                                   She had your face but not your eyes.
                                   Maybe it was you reincarnate but
                                   I know way down inside
                                   that you're dead