GONE, NOW

I saw her beneath the blossoms,
their falling petals
surrounding her
and thought I had never seen
a sight so utterly beguiling.
We passed on by
towards our destination
and once I turned,
as though in hope
of being entranced again.
Too late, of course,
the scene had gone,
but while my eyes
were robbed of it,
I held it in my mind,
and still it's there;
a golden treasure box
I open when I choose
and there you are, unchanged.
That was our spring,
burgeoning with hope
and eagerness
as with greening grass;
and like the greening grass
and the blossom flowers,
dead things in our past.