That
vibrant
Color,
Hair flipped round
Taste and
perfume,
A touch glanced
It's not the same,
You are separate now
You are departed
More part of your stage
Than you are of here
More an act
More theater
More mask.
That sight,
Movement
In spotlight shone
Light that danced,
Reflection on flesh.
Gone now, taken
What you once were
Beaten.
This is the art
of the spirit
That separates,
departs.
More part of my mind
Than the
parts of my soul
Distant,
Black and White,
Fading.