Mind pivoting to visions of the past

Time visible like shifting of the sands

Pale green glass, holds within memories asked

Not to come to the surface, they bubble.

Troubling and not planned they burst, breaking

Out like hives infecting the un-ill mind

Now sick with nostalgia I ponder

Questions unanswered and wonder the kind

Of person who was the first to ask: Why—

Like I have asked myself in the mirror— 

Why was I sent here to be all alone?

It’s killing me.  Solace never finds me

Because I never looked for them. I dreamt. 

I imagined them. What would they look like?

I slept so long in a daze of nothing,

Holding myself back from days of crushing. 

More weight; I begged to excuse my failed state.

I persevered through my own punishment

Only to be saved by the sweetest grace

A name, a warming smile, a pure soul.

Not an object to desire, a mind,

All mine. A whisper from the brightest moon.

My Selene, a queen serene as heaven.

I’d die for her now like Dionysus

Diving straight to the hell where Virgil lies. 

Peace was worth searching for despite my fears

That I’d always be alone in my well.

An unloved Dante, doomed to always search,

Unaware, she was already on Earth.