Sepia in my Memories

You are sepia in my memories
That's all the light my heart cage
Can hold
Bewitching fascinating intimate half shadows
You are my return to Eden
You are my vision of Hell.

Why are you so lovely
When you will not last?
Why do we peddle in dreams
When dreams are all we have
Where fruition too
Becomes
A memorial service
A dream remainder of
Our gated lives?

But wait for the penny
To drop
The other shoe still falls
Should we have an eternity
To live and to cherish
To treasure and to hold
It wouldn't do at all
We wouldn't know
What we have
When we have it all.

We wouldn't have enough
Though we survived
Each winter and fall...

Time is my lovely sepia dream
A photograph in shadowed cream

Reminder of cold parting
Death be it
Our pleasing hurting.

Pleasure hunters
Treasure seekers
Our chests hold troves
In trust
And perpetuity
The myth
Children we bequeath
It at last.

Loving legacy
Sepia lives
Dreams don't die
As your
Old memories
Come alive.

(c) Amrita Valan 2017