Abstraction of Thought
To measure something that is lost
Against everything that remains
Is but an abstraction of thought.
The memories that time has wrought
Creates a subliminal pain
To measure something that is lost.
The rose must fade to autumn dross
As an orchestrated refrain
Is but an abstraction of thought.
A shattered life's remorse should not
Force open a glass window pane
To measure something that is lost.
(A crippled mind - demential rot,
The tear that falls like mourning rain)
Is but an abstraction of thought.
And like the rose of autumn's clock
Know this villanelle - as it wanes
Is but an abstraction of thought
To measure something that is lost..
© 1998 Jim Cain
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