a cold wintry night of yesterday
with the promise of snow in the air.
She is dining with friends
amid laughter and friendly banter,
with her shy smiles and covert glances at her lover
Brimming with the hopes
and dreams of tomorrow.
But oh! when it is tomorrow
it is not the happy sunny smiles
and the worship of the loved one that awaits her
In the dread and despair of tomorrow
she sees in her mind's eye
the long gone scene
not as a memory
but as something so real
that she only has to reach out a hand
and tear the veil
to touch the ethereal face
as solid beneath her palms
and enter the other universe
of mirth and merriment.
Who is that dark-haired lass?
laughing with her midnight eyes
sassy and cheeky
glowing with love,
youth and beauty
the daredevil with a zest for life
seizing the moment,
not caring for reason.
Was it a dream or was it real
Now all that is left
is just an empty shell.
Pride and misunderstandings
the great curses of love
have built a wall
around her heart
which beats so reluctantly
lamenting a lost youth.
An acute pain sears her heart
so great is the agony
that tears spring to her eyes
longing for the times gone by
yearning for the moments lost.
