Second Time Around

SECOND TIME AROUND Somewhere in the heat of night, out of a dark and dismal gloom she'd be there, but out of sight. Thinking it's a beam of light, her chariot, her witches broom, somewhere in the heat of night she could dream, if it was right, and find her love and nearly groom, she'd be there, but out of sight. None could see her, for the blight, nor see the glitter of her flume, somewhere in the heat of night. There she pans for gold, and right, out of the fear she'll meet her doom somewhere in the heat of night. She'd love him again. She might. if he could see her through the gloom, somewhere in the heat of night, she'd be there, but out of sight. © Ron Wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet