Edward Blair Leighton: The Windmiller's Guest

Written by: Annalise Brigham

How blessed are the green hills below
Upon which doleful eyes are cast
And the quiescent river flowing  by
Contented each day going pass 

She is barred from being in his company 
As she belongs to another
Yet, love is alive in her elaborate dreams
Where they are free of her brothers

In dreams they are riveted in discourse
Of love in hearts and all it brings 
The run down old windmill is their cozy home
Where white doves courting nest and sing

Soon, time draws nigh when she must wake
The thick, distant fog rolling fast
It hangs like gauze over the face of the sun
She is saddened her dream can't last

Her eyes flutter open, they fill with tears
In vivid recall there they stand        
Deeply conversing on the threadbare deck
His eyes reflecting love so grand 
~*~
02/22/13

Note:  For Isaiah's Edward Blair Leighton's Painting Contest-"The Wind miller's Guest"