The Tome

Dark tomb of long forgotten essence--
An ancient gate fades into misty air--
Granite stones forever melting presence,
Long winter rows so brief they disappear
Under snowfalls of fading memories;
Ice crystals reflect in each placid mirror
Watching a sunset world of secret dreams,
Disturbed by slowly falling frozen tears.
Sleep with the echoed pools of cool moonlight,
Delusions floating through the drifting days
Despondent as the neverending night--
Eternal thoughts like soft white silent waves.