Lost

And so sincerely he promised

With the magical touch of the soul

The hands seemed to be not noticed

Lost were the time and space and the whole

It was her part as she always claimed

Not extraneously available, not publicly seen

Friends tried, mortals fished, even angels strained

But the purity and joy of it could not be detached from her spleen

She found her new world

For every tree she was, he was its sunlight

For every carcanet she was, he was its gold

For every mendicant she was, he was its plight

It was no reason for her hopes to slacken

For she had dreamed and planned eternity

But the tick of the clock got shriller every second

For she waited for a man who was a prisoner of his lost soul