I remember the castles
painted upon the landscape.
Beautiful post card images
of real life, far away, yet
close enough to take it all in
and feel a sense of foreboding.

A playful sense of the macabre there.
Wrapped up in the style of the time
bell bottoms and fringe, your arms
around me and the smell of autumn
in your clothes, as you held me
oh so close, a memory..dark

slightly edged in gray, for what
we didn't see that day.

WhiteRose 10/21/02