Electra's lament

I'm being asked to say goodbyewipe you from my dreams,and though I know you diedwatched you scattered out to seayour body stays a part of meclinging like an unborn childwrapped in skeins of moonbeam's threadyour waft and weft I can't express.I have to tell you ''no''drop you from beatific heightsmeet the flesh and blood with bonebury underground this webthat stops me being whole.Your fantasy, my memoryyour beauty,my enchantment;the loving eyes of three year oldwho begged you not to go.You come betweenyou interfere,confuse my right intentionsthey say it's time to leave you herebut loss is a crescendotearing up this child's soulto set the woman free.