Shadow on a Grecian Urn
A pair of immortalized lovers on an hourglass vase
She, a raised surface in vivid orange
Her lover faded in murky darkness
Faces so close they can feel each other exhale
Yet too far to be detected by any sense
In the hands of the creator, the lover burned an orange fire
But the winds of happenstance consumed his flame
Now all that’s left is ash
Lady lover, warm yourself by internal flame
The image left for time immortal is yours alone
When the shadowy image fades to black
Time reveals another whose flame burns strong
