IMPRINTS
I vainly seek your feet’s imprints
That can’t be wiped away by Time!
One here! I think you stopped for me,
For me to gaze on unseen you.
Is it phantom scents now breezes bring
In the lonely woods we together
walked?
Here linger still my vacant looks
To meet with something – memory like!
Is this the cup emptied by you
That passed between us courierwise,
Which laughs at me in cracky lees
To be filled by me with thirsty sighs?