Drape me in ceremony

Drape me in ceremony

Wrap me in fine silks

Tightly bound

Swaddled in ritual

Remembered

In hushed anniversarial

Recollections

Hidden

Beneath a shroud

A misted gauze

Where the last waltz

Remains unplayed

Yet to be danced

Toss me a glance

Follow my direction

Come to me in stages

Lest the weight

Of your discovery

Upset the balance

Let trumpets blow

Disguise the stealth

Of sweet moments

Forever leaving

The taste of loss

Is salt enough

To rub into my open wounds

Wish me well

As the sphere of all activity

Is returned

To the beginning

Its orbit restricted

By the gravity

Of its relational awareness

The capacity of illusion

To maintain an impression

Of forgetting

The last rites of spring

Will aid the passage

Of new growth

As the old world

Is forgotten

Trampled into the dust

By an unkind march

Into progress.