The Amber Strand
An elegy for a lost love
Restless, ever restless, I rise at dawn, drawing apart the dark draperies. A copper filament, a fiery flash caught by the summer sunrise, suspended from the couch cushion, lingers listlessly, lamenting a lost love. How long has it lain, hopelessly hidden, whispering notions that would happen no more? The woman warned me (bewitching beauty!) the blazing flame would someday fade and fail. The coals grow cold, her song is si...
