When He Stops Remembering the Sweetness of Her Name
When its time to for him to sail away
like wind-blown leaves and cherry blossoms drifting in the lake
When He journeys far,as far as moons to reach
When He forgets the fragrance of Her hair
and how She tasted 'neath fresh linen sheets
When He forgets the sweetness of her name
and all the thousand ways She loved him through each day
Its then,She will remember each promise they concealed
Its then when She would whisper,'Come back and lay with me
Come close ,and tread all solitude beneath your tired feet
Look deep into these eyes and tell me what you see.
Tell me,are your nights long,are they vacant and cold
Or do the tea-light candles still glow to keep you warm?'
Its then where She would whisper ,'Come back and lay with me
Embraced by open arms is where you ought to be'
But whispers slowly fade like ripples of fresh rain
that once flooded this heart,then dried like ash of grey .
Her whispers go unanswered,His silence will prevail
His cheeks won't feel each tear drop,His heart buries the pain.
His mind rejects the memory and moments they have shared
But thoughts keep spreading freely like wings of soaring birds
Thoughts will keep returning, years after His regrets
Recalling yester's green fields and a lady with a hat
A lady on a blanket,hands wrapped around her knees
His shoes right there beside her,a fondled kiss in breeze.
She must have been the one...All along She was the one
The girl that keeps on living ,the shadow in his dreams....
The girl that keeps on playing ,pressing his piano keys.
Inspired by Alexis 'Contest ...and by Elton John's Song - The One..(Not for contest)
Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2017
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