Two acrostics that I wrote about a lady friend Lilliane that I took out when I was studying Russian at the Defense Language Institute in Monterey CA during the Cold War, September and October 1987
LOVERS POINT I'd watch the waters of the bay mingle with the rocks and sand. Failing stars misted in gray Again fail to illuminate that strand. Lovers Point won't understand. Lonely people seem to like it there. I watched them all as they passed by-- Nodding to my equals there, Gentle ones who came to tearless cry... For what? Only the rocks know why. One night I left that lonesome band; Reaching out to you I touched love's flame. You held me close and took my hand. Once 'twas a lonely place of pain, Until you gave Lover's Point back it's name. LOVERS POINT REVISITED I stood above the misty shore, My time was short as it was late, And watched the reflections once more-- lover's Points nocturnal state-- Our meeting place of misread fate. Nice it was when we were there, Except there's no more 'you and I'. Only a memory of a brief affair, Not lasting long as it went awry. Cold and dark: Lover's Point's sky. Every so often it seems to me My life is like the waves off the shore: One special person comes near to me, Retreats again, is then no more. Even the Point knows not what for.
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