The meadow was so sweet
Our stile where we sat our retreat
When her longing lips met those so willing of mine.
Yet a cloud of unconsciousness
The darkness of the day revealed
Inside one’s head a busy mind,
Then a soft voice from a distance
Echo’s throughout the confusion.
A face appears I thought I recognized
Saw a little girl her hair white as snow
Yet in a fragment of time she was gone,
Through the haze materialized
An Angel in a gleam of light so bright
A touch upon my face a gift so powerful,
Tender love in its purist etiquette
Ran through my entire body,
To awaken me to reality
Another chance this celestial gave to me
If only to say one last time. Goodbye!
© Harry J Horsman 2013