It Was
It was the strange cologne
the misty moon
it was the river rolling on and on
hallucinations and a dream
someone's shadow on the wall
silvery leaves brushing your face
running
running
through the wildwood
over the bridge forever
to the cottage bright
in the meadow
dark stones wet with autumn
showers
hours spent before the dying
fire
your hand in his
it was
the inevitable joy,
the boundless leap of faith
taking your breath
along with the last bit of summer
it was
as strong as life is long and true,
and all for you,
it was.
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006
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