The Long Lost Love

I wanted to make a list of all the lost things,
a catalog of details, dedications, and perfect leaves.
The bees humming, blankets rustling, feathers ruffling in the trees,
the shadows, shape, and silhouette,
warm hands, soft laughs, and ways we forget,
the days that danced before they laid down to rest.

Oh, but what will become of your precious gaze?
I'll do my best to hold it with the words I can save,
but, oh my dear, you will die upon this page.
Your eyes of amber that so captured me,
the depth of your heart and the strength of its beat
leave only a ghost print - still, grey, and weak.

So please, let me take you and keep you,
let me paint you brightly upon my heart,
let your arms burn around me like the first day,
before the last day draws them apart.

Let me love you like my long lost love,
who vanishes on the voyage at sea,
all the while keeping lit within my breast
the love that first drew you to me.