Relic

I caught a glimpse last night
A fragment of the past
Prophetic, it speaks to us
It speaks of my fear
My terror
Unbidden lust
I see it
I see the curse of it
The taint of violence
Repressed
Targeted nonetheless
Yet as I ponder this fragment
I see buried in there
Love of a mind
I could see it peering out
From those pool like eyes
Numb I was
For I had forgotten the piece
This found keepsake
Resurrected from time
I sit and recall with a tear in my eye
As it tells me I always loved you
Though now it's a love refined.

© 2005, Mosquitobyte