Tryphena

      A thin veil float between our world

And realms beyond the bounds of earth

To separate the skeins of time

That past and present keep

In their allotted span.

But here it parts to set the mystery free.

Not to all this moment comes

This breath of life from she

Who walked these paths in former days,

For here the seal is broken

That guards the gate of time

And shows a place where that which is,

That was, that soon will be,

Exists as one.

Where wheels of time that turned apart

Now mesh as one.

It seems the years’ swift feet are stilled

In this sweet place of peace

Where roar of restless day

Is far away.

And in the quiet times of day,

Walks one who seeks a love long gone

A face of grief in constant quest

A footfall soft upon the grass

Round grave that bears her name

- Her search in anguish growing.

Some say her image rests in minds

Where wandering thoughts find fertile soil

And foolish fancy grows unchecked

But I have seen her in the summer glades

In single beauty walking

Black hair that flows like raven’s wing

To tip on robin red-breast coat

That falls discrete to cover feet,

So proper in her time,

So strange in latter days.

With eyes unseeing as I pass

She walks the paths she trod

In former days of joy.

I ache to bring the peace she seeks