"Its Departure"

Prin Dumas, 2001

It slowly lowered itself from heaven,
A creation of the gods,
And its graceful dance towards Earth
Was more than I had seen.

I spoke to it quite tenderly alone,
A conversation in the dark cold,
And I thought, perhaps, I was confused,
That my words did not convey.

Its graceful dance has stayed in memory,
A reminder of perfection,
And the pain I feel towards its departure
Has no relieving consolation.