Phantoms is not just an homage to one person, but for all who have a special attachment to a bygone time:
In part, we are,
In part, we always were
Phantoms from another time.
Time travellers. Ghosts.
Fading in. Now fading out.
Like spectral curls of mist
From time past to time present.
And back to whence we came.
She materialised on that golden sunshine day three decades ago. Until that moment she was a canvas not yet painted; a sculpture not quite formed; though within my being she existed as surely as did I. That story lives on and will remain alive whilst breath is drawn. But there is another yet more distant past to visit. Byron's ...!
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