Child Who Never Was
A poem
A poem
Beyond the echo of vanished footfalls her memory lingers,
a spectral dance in shades of yesteryear.
A sweet and sorrowful elegy, a silent requiem
composed in the ink of fading dusk.
Now, a hushed cadence like a gossamer veil
over the memory of her existence.
A melody, once tossed carelessly, resonates
in a constellation of forgotten notes,
shimmering in the penumbra of ever-present shadows.
Shadows that shroud the subtlety of reason, that weave time,
casting silhouettes that stretch as whispers
on the surface of a tranquil lake.
Yesterday’s wings cradle shadows, morphing them
into specters, growing faint in this velvet light.
Delicate vulnerability in the fragility of petals
meld with the hush of an untouched garden.
This tiny flower, a silent witness,
yields gracefully in the wind,
in a dance of surrender.
This child lost along the corridors of existence,
becomes a whispered secret, shared
between the heart and the mind,
an absence, not a void.
Her presence in negative space,
a poignant reminder that every departure
is a pilgrimage into the unknown,
petals drifting in a springtime breeze.