Lost Photo Muse

In a photograph
She sits on a high ruin wall
Sadly smiling at the crystal eye
Night falls unseen
In the other world she’s departed
While shadows reach the valley floor
“Stranger, where is she?”
I ask the fleshless dark
But neither dreams nor answers come
Just the memory
Of summers fallen down a well
And shining from depths below depths
I do and don’t return
To a place a barely know but need
Beyond finding, always out of reach
It’s safe in silver oxide somewhere