Excavate Passions

Excavate passions, dig out the old name -
a dusty beauty, music - thirsty sound,
let her memory clink in your heart, claim
all space; every emotion astound.

Let her have that one moment once again
where she had had you drown, a photograph -
captured in her light, all you could remain
was a stillness that always seemed to laugh.

Dig out the lyre that lulled you into life.
Oh, look at her a seasoned ecstasy!
Tonight be draped in the nudes that ran rife
in her little world, your dreams' embassy.

Let her carry you to the other side;
let the pure of your passion defeat pride.