The Mystery of Love and Time

it happened before the second equinox during the eleventh hour while I was here again, as before. she was there, Lying quietly on my round chair in the stillness of the vacant room. head down arms along each side, I saw her as I walked by and in a flash, she was gone no one else around games of love and life careful of the reflection, ma'am mirrors don't lie behaviors reveal more than you know I see through those forced smiles and careful words. the dark rises when heads are turned, yet, I will no longer walk this tortured path of empty steps and wet grass...