Nostalgia

I woke up on a rain washed grey morn
To wish ‘bonjour tristesse’,
To my utter surprise, a yellow glow worm
Impatient in my bosom, crept on a fresh page of the diary.

Pink was I then, renée from a forgettable affair,
The glow worm reaped the nugget of the heart
And some interstellar words were born
Unknown, almost strangers to banal life.

Innumerable hours, numerous moments and some ineffaceable memoirs
Have passed since then;
Some words are still born, some words, sardonic and cynical.
The yellow is all sallow,
The pink remains, yet the source is different,
So does the page…although the worm has suddenly disappeared
In the twilight of the memory.

-The Shepherdess