A fiction she was; born in the womb of Maya.
That imaginary world of human dreams.
Youthful fantasies and the emerging desires.

Carried in the subliminal unconscious mind.
In your bosom, all day she sleeps and springs
Alive, when the darkness and silence pervades.

The divine romance of Psyche and Amore replays,
She rules your heart, soul, and pleasures flow.
That lulls the wisdom to deep sleep; fantasy rules.

The passage of time is but inevitable as the death.
Youth slips into the mid-life, as the years roll
Age less, she does not follow the mortal's rules.

With shuteyes you stepped in the dreams,
Her nocturnal incarnation and you, a sleeping self,
United every night to fulfil the cravings of your soul.

Then the expected old age arrives as per the time set.
With it comes the tragedy.-A step in the dementia.
Lo and behold; she is gone; retreated in the realm unknown.

Life's winter makes the blossoming garden, a frozen past.
Sleeping wakefulness rules and your mind is blank.
Nothing to grieve-Easy she came and easily gone.