Aster...

Long do I dwell in the twilight grottos…
Awaiting a sign, a touch, a word…
Feeling the lichen and aeons bind me…
As I slowly trace my fingers in the clay…

Memories and scents remind me…
A drifting remembrance on the breeze…
Shadowed looks and fond caresses…
Your eyes when they used to play on me…

Summer heat and supple skin…
We used to curl about each other…
Dragonflies buzzing in the wind…
As we laughed and dreamed the night away…

Remember me and remember us…
Scents and sights and simple sounds…
The days they cruelly slip away…
And leave nothing in their place…
But a faint token of your golden face…
As I fade into the darkened ground…