I'm phasing in a recurring monochrome dream,
velvet whispers lead me to a sonorous stream,
translucent visions fall as vibrating showers,
retracing footsteps on trampled golden flowers.
Fragrant lullabies guide me on bronze ferns,
a flamboyant willow guards the deserted turns.
On a dilapidated porch I pick dry hazel leaves,
under pungent moss, the tattered garden grieves.
A wavy shadow moves behind heavy sepia curtain,
why I stand in an unknown place, I feel uncertain.
I ascend the staircase of my fears to a bolted door,
a withered rosette of memories remains on the floor,
beyond the entrance are mementos of a family in past,
a photograph fading those faces but smiles would last.
A crystal chandelier sings of days lost in aged time,
strange that I find familiarity in the echoing chime.
My pictures on the impervious roof in white appear,
bewildered I run to the frozen window dripping fear.
Oh this mind is a decaying house I visit in reprise,
only to chase shapes of love from tears in my eyes.
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