I could not tell you goodbye
I had to leave you, for time ebbed away existence at every moment.
You always return in my dreams,
your fantasy world, butterfly paintings, wind chimes tinkling
I found an exit through the hunted night, hardly thinking and always on the move, 
taking flight to escape a crumbling world of darkness;
revolving in space and suspended in time, pretending that remorse would die.

The seasons circled about me like passing clouds, 
spinning their timeless sagas of infinite skies beyond horizons.
I wanted to forget, but a shadow always followed, 
catching me without warning, in a sudden flash of pain.
An echoing of sleigh bells, a distant carousel,
and then 1 am hearing your music box again,  and see you dancing, 
or in a field of poppies find shimmering butterflies.

Then your dream world returns with images swirling past. 
fragile iridescent colors like sunlight through filtering rain, 
or glancing from a dazzling crystal.

Then, suddenly I hear you behind me singing softly 
I feel your breath, and turn to find your eyes.
Oh Maura, Maura, your eyes are always before me, 
gazing from the face of every stranger.
My thoughts are whirling.
I start to run.
I turn without a reason.
I find a bar.
I look for a new companion,
anything that can close your lonely eyes... 
so I can say goodbye.

May time enfold you, Maura, 
and love remain.