Even the dark finality of death

Shall never end your wild and wondrous song,

Much as sweet music or a rose’s breath

Upon stark ending, lingers faint, yet strong.

All eyes that touch your face have etched in mind

Bright images engraved in memory,

Dear visions that enhance with passing time

While others languish in obscurity.

Throughout the ages sylphs begat from heaven

Have walked the earth, yet few by name we know,

Cleopatra, fair Guinevere and Helen—

Into Times’s silent vault all others go.

Of storied fame which fortune bears or bars,

I write the name Selena in the stars.