An Ode to What Once Was

I lay upon the lions and draw thine face in the clouds

that face which rivals the sun

and illuminates through covers and shrouds.

Oh, sweet joy, my heart is all but undone

no malice can befall this soul encased in love

no other could challenge your grace, you won.

You were balletic like the dove

and all other game would croon

your voice beckoned angels from above.

For your heart I would’ve explored the moon

like the first among lucky stars

with your valiant passion, my soul would swoon

it was the epitome of who you are.

You encased my heart and jailed my being

I cling to what once was; forever fleeing.