A memory of Detriment, a memory so mundane,
A memory of elegance, of movement, of the subtle depth of expression, the mixture of intense emotion, a blend of taste, fire and rain.
Movement, Graceful and Brave.
Like an Eagle swaying close to heaven,
Within the Fragrance of pure air, neither far nor near;
I watched and mistook you for a shooting star, dancing in the sky,
Stuck in time, waiting to grant, just, one more wish,
And so I wished:
“Time shall stay, Hither I may,
Watch thee sway, So far Away,
But not too far, So I miss my chance,
Fer my Eyen doth bleed, for one more Glance.”