This poem is called a Nonet. It has nine lines...
Do breathe on me through thy parted lips...

A forlorn figure in the mist, obscured by heavy...
Forsaken, might she be? Or desolate within...

I remember, she was pale and fragile
But her feet, her feet were agile...

Searching and craving for somewhere to abide
My fate; at the doorstep to reside...

Lips gently brush mine
Essence of eternal kiss...

A gentle breeze caresses my cheek
As I stand there on that shore...

Smooth white pearls decorating her locks of hair
She looks over the sea, Lady Isadora so fair...

As I look at the land I’ve always called...
Realization hits, this is where my beginning was...

Don’t leave your touch
Lingering upon my skin...

Thy soul lingers on
Behind the veil of nature...

Seeping through my own hourglass
These are the last sands falling through...

The persistent silence overwhelmed
One heart among many others...