Only the Lonely

Painted in twilight grey, the stars dangle low over a far valley where willows bend in a lone shade, creating lines of a face disappearing from hazy Upon stars, a wish holds this sigh with yearning that you'll be here to raise my eyes sunny as springtime through your warmest afterglow. Now I long for those days shimmering, when the pond was our ripple of love and how the waves would tremble while I held the arms that waxed the night. You never said your heart grew frail as we ruffled through leaves of byways mimicking voices on the radio till lonely tunes stab me, dying along with you. Faces Of Loneliness Contest To Karen, my girlfriend of 3 years; I would have married you.