Let not hope be distraught...

"Ah! let not hope be still distraught,
But find in her its gracious goal,
Whose speech Truth knows not from her thought
Nor Love her body from her soul. "

--from Dante Gabriel Rossetti's Love-Lily

Autumn Flowers

I must have dreamed you,

although I can't be sure.

It didn't seem that way before

when you were real as day,

or as a Summer sky;

and I could feel you near me.

But that was long ago.

The seasons changed;

the scenes were rearranged,

and I can't see you anymore.

It's all so very strange,

and I am trying to recall

what I remember about you.

I wonder if it's true that

you were never there at all.