Images and words

When I look back to the times gone, I realise as such, the longings that I pondered for, needed no stirs. Yet I found a way to lay, snatched from obscurity. Lured unto the other side, I saw a shimmering light, thought of it as your white veil. Here's to the fall of me, fame to dust, fortune to sand, the great surrender, finally arrived. And thus I touch the floating image of your veil, a feeling that never existed, only to blacken my words thereafter...