Analysis of She is gone away

She is gone away....
and she drew a veil over the past,
like a slightly satisfied doubt,
between small outbursts of consciousness
hardly ever changed by time.
The eternal grin hidden in a backwater
of an ethereal introspective smile.
The gentle and delicate body outlining
an imprecise collection of uncertainties.
The shortness of an undivided expression
that fades into the haze of dreams
and as such at dawn it stretches
but it is never enough to put together poetry.

She is gone away....
behind old reflections
of passing illusions,
illusive prism that reveals fantasies
and scrap decisions beforehand.
Her low flight that rests
on an incessant tide of sparkles.
A paradise halfway
of a longing lost in the distance.
And the life that runs out
in ambiguous unveiled feelings
that left to their own devices still proclaim
in a sky saturated with ignorance

She is gone away...
no sins or fortune in sight
with the faint hint of disenchantment
that confuses weighty with weightlessness
outlining unwary helpless impulses.
The absurd and the prudence in a model
that still does not get to know the aplomb.
The notion and the bewilderment as goals
in a pendulum of uncertain outcomes.
So then hope gives way to disappointment
and is exhausted in the clutches of an intrepid unconscious
that with old convictions shakes off the drowsiness
stopped in some corner of consciousness.

She is gone away...
hidden in the ebb
of whom seeks carelessly consequences,
summarizing in an instant
the revealed truths of her life.
The passion for the unexpected and the waste,
the taste for the tiny and the doubt,
the tenderness before the fragile and the discouragement,
the free will without restrictions and the apathy.
All united and taken at the same time,
trapped and lost without rest,
like uneven lines without meaning
drawing feelings vainly redeemed.

She is gone away...
ignoring the advice
from a part of those who said they loved her,
obeying the everlasting call
of ancient maternal instincts.
Duty in perpetual conflict
like the monster that devours utopias.
Letting things be under permanent suspicion
like a winding road with no return.
They pushed her away with a languid air of melancholy
shaking her face with a dismissive gesture
by way of unknown reverence
lacking deity to protect her.
She is gone away.