Blue Railings 2

Late evening, in the sunset by the white gate, and leaning on some other railings painted blue I saw her yet again, her eyes focused on the twilit meadow, last time by the river, she was one of the few that men marry and stay with year after year after year, in love. From out the shadows I watched her watching the swallows swooping in low flight, and wondered where is my love again tonight. A ring of daisies entangled in her hair and round her waist a rope of yellow buttercups, how could I leave, where could I go for in that dim-lit moment I wished to be in her, to lose myself in her, take up my widowers weeds and die in her. Two forms, one soul in the late evening sunset, by the white gate, leaning on some other railings painted blue.