The Candlelit Gallery Of Statues

The candlelit gallery of statues
Where the statues remember me
Amid the silence of their whispers
While I wandered aimlessly around them
And my imagination conducted me through the labyrinth of my desires
My heart craved for beauty and arts
And I left the mortal world to embrace the realm of my secret dreams

I became what I had imagined
I had no shape
I had no limitations
I was a spirit invisible to every stare
With the certitude of my fragility
I was aware that every step of mine became an invisible fragment of memory
Sadness didn’t have any power over me
And regretful memories were just ephemeral visions

Time seemed to lose power
And I was acquainted that my existence was not bound to time
No chain linked my soul
Indeed I was boundless as a wild bird flying in the sky

The candlelit gallery of statues had become my eternal dwelling
Where I could linger wearing my gown of distress and grief
And fill every chamber with my tears of death.
Lisa