Poets

As the evening fades and the shadows fall, there is an empty space in front of me, a big empty space where you should be.

A chair sits empty - a reflection of my heart lies close to open fire hearth its last flame flickered and died long ago leaving ash on charred wood like fallen snow

A lady stands with her back to me, wearing nothing but a long black dress that's loose and free. Her hair, golden, is rich and slightly curled, her slim beautiful neck decorated only with a string of south sea pearls.