Resurrection

The most lonely of company pervades all that matters

Promise of future past undulates melodically, just beyond reach

Time withers as our rolling, tormented souls gather moss

False promise begets hope unfurled, before autumn decay returns

More shrouded and without merit, the reasons why such has come to pass

Each reflection observed somewhat less than that prior

The spell of lives joined, once equalling any magic, now dulled

Equal parts anesthetised and bound, winter thaw ever elusive

A deep patina seemingly impenetrable lets escape a single ray of light 

Could this shard of past brilliance be coerced and nurtured into more

Not rebirthed, but rather something else; a majestic reimagining

The flirtation with such optimism elucidates feelings thought lost