Swing Alone

Swing Alone As I look out upon the sea of green, shielding my eyes from the sun’s reflection off the lake A soft breeze moves, pushing your swing gently to and fro The old swing, a silent memorial – I dream of you. Many days I watched you as you sat with quite thoughts, one leg hanging, and the other curled. From the solstice of June days till many days past the equinox you enjoyed your solitude in the early morn. Looking out every morning with forlorn hope, bidding to catch a passing sight of you. I look upon your lonely swing each morning, accepting sadness in return. Faint echoes of your heart felt laughter, with your head thrown back, till tears make you stop – I hear. The old swing, a silent memorial – I dream of you. Together we sat on your lonely swing, you with blush, and me with summer ale. We talked of dreams and plans we made, our list was long and pockets empty, what marvelous dreams we made. The old swing, a silent memorial – I dream of you. Time and time I lay at night knowing you are bounded by children, laughing, tickling their bellies, with bright eyes and silly sounds, everyone laughing. Heaven is happy and earth is sad, one promise remains till our lips touch once more. Your dark eyes, soft lips as you folded into my arms, your sweet bouquet is burned to me. Forgive my absence of mind toward anniversary time; each day was special - onset to finish. The old swing, standing quietly swinging to and fro as a silent memorial – I dream of you! One day I’ll miss you no more.