The following poem is from "July Song" which is currently being written. It is the third book in my song series.
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Vargus Pike




I found a bouquet where it was pressed
between the pages of Byron fair,
with the nosegay I also found
a golden lock of lithesome hair.
Sweet memento from bygone age,
gently placed between the page
to preserve a moment to memory.

When this was done I cannot say
though from its state it was clear
that the nosegay had quietly lay
more than a few score of years.
So long in truth had it lay in repose
those sheets that it wore like clothes
were imprinted with its color and design.

When I removed it from its bed
returned it to the light of day
the petals from the stem soon fled
leaving naught to recall the memory
but the ghostly image on the page
in a book of Byron stained with age,
beside a golden tress untouched by time.

A wave of guilt o'er me washed
knowing that the bouquet was lost
though the one who placed it there
must certainly have passed on.
I think of how I would feel
if my love secrets were revealed
to a strangers passing eye.

Gently I gathered the petals that survived,
between the pages once more pressed.
Placed upon them the golden tress
that for so long had peacefully slept.
Returned the book upon on the shelf
and for the harm I had done this day
I asked forgiveness then crept away.