Where My True Love Lives - a Ballade

Seared upon my soul for ever more That break of dawn upon a summer morn As I made my way along that rocky shore Strewn with remnants from a raging storm When through a rising mist of gray - so forlorn I saw a badly broken sinking ship With canvas wings of white so sadly torn There beneath those majestic purple cliffs And as that mighty fearless ocean roared With salty breezy breath so filled with scorn I saw it rise up from the ocean floor Wrapped in a velvet coat so frayed and worn A red, red, rose impaled upon a thorn Where passion bled like rain from ruby lips Upon a vivid memory reborn There beneath those majestic purple cliffs The wind - it whispered - in my ear - Lenore As black clouds in the sky began to form Into a face I’d never seen before With hollow cheeks that endless tears adorned That fell in frozen crystal drops so foreign..... Then from those clouds his face began to slip And I cried the tears of a woman scorned There beneath those majestic purple cliffs Lenore, the love he would forever mourn That from his pen on page in words did drip As I read his poetry and love was born There beneath those majestic purple cliffs. ~~~~ Author: Elaine George of Canada Written: February 28, 2011 A tribute to: Edger Allen Poe and his Lenore