Wildling Winds
I sit with sullen memories,
alone on an amber shore.
A balmy breeze ruffles my hair
as I recall a night of wildling winds
that took you away, my love.
It violently ripped us apart,
plunging a dagger into my heart
as if Romeo's hand impaled it there,
leaving it bleeding in mistaken err.
Once, we bore genuine feelings
that youthful passion explores...
dancing in moonlight's golden glow.
But too soon you were gone,
leaving me grieving and forlorn.
Melancholy misery darkened the sky
and brought tears to doleful eyes.
Now, my weary mind turns back the night
to when my world was turned upside down,
ending in ashes and embers that took flight.
I remember waking early one morning,
as a child, singing a wishful song,
"Daisy, Daisy, growing in the meadow,
please tell me true. Will I fall in love?"
Never given thought to the hellish heartbreak
only death could cause, or the lingering need
I still feel to hold you in my arms again.
Memories take me to a dismal place
filled with shadows that haunt my dreams.
Only on waking can I catch my breath
to stop my screams and tears of despair,
the mawkish mourning over your death.
I bare my heart's bitter bereavement
with pangs of loss each time I recall
our youthful days of passion
when once we loved and had it all...
before wildling winds took you away.
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