On white desk canvas, in lonely gray,
anonymous stanza, near faded away.
It seems I am the only on to’ve seen
This one-time poem, who lead’d ne’er stay

In short time the desk will clean...
‘ere next sunrise the words will have been
Left only in two memories; the author’s and mine,
And I think it wrong to leave these words a dream.

Your words have faded like sands ‘neath the tide.
Yet, fear not for they’ve not been restricted to just your lonely eyes.
And I ask your forgiveness, anonymous writer, that I’ve
read your secret words and writ them here as my own rhyme.