Sighing deeply she left their meeting place,
not sure of the time, quite unable to trace,
the facts of the why, the where and the how,
Of her love, and her life, where was he now?
Crying bitterly she walked the path snaking long,
if the place was right, perhaps the time was wrong?
for if it be wrong, then no-one was at fault
if she’d misunderstood, her sad tears would halt.
Here by the river, was just right she was sure,
the time? looking upward into sunshine pure
shining blindingly down, so her eyes they did weep
with fresh tears, leaving iridescent trails on her cheek.
Flushed from emotion, almost too strong to bear,
She cried as she stumbled, never fated to hear
the call far away, as her love shouted a warning,
she drowned never to see a new day dawning.
The moral of this tale if you need to be told,
in sunshine, wear sunglasses, if you want to grow old!!
LadyP © 2011