The Sweet Meadow Fates
Oh crushed the buttercups beneath our feet
Hand in hand to walk the sweet green meadow.
To hear the lark and nightingale so sweet
Side by side, sit on the stile in shadow
(A new sunrise, a new time, a new day)
(Sunsets past, just a memory, time gone)
To sing with the tinkle of the small stream
Here with you it is more than life’s true dream
To laugh as the bees fall, sweet nectar filled
A touch of hand, a thigh, leaves me thrilled
(Yesterday we cannot live for, or pray)
(Tomorrows, there are many more, not none)
(One body, one mind, one love, never late)
(To never love, how wrong, was that our fate)
An angel does touch your most loving face
But no, not then and yet by who’s good grace
(Yesterday we cannot live for, or pray)
(Tomorrows, there are many more, not none)
(The fates cruel, or be they kind instead)
(To die unknown alone in a large double bed)
To take you for their own I do believe
Twas not the time to go or time to grieve.
(Benevolent the fates have been to us)
(To writhe in pain and swear and cry and cuss)
(Yesterday we cannot live for, or pray)
(Tomorrows, there are many more, not none)
(Though many years too late, never shed tears)
(Now we are one and will be down the years)
In love a gentle kiss upon the lips.
E’er more the fight to grasp at life he grips
(The fates were late, but kind when said and done)
(They gave us each other and we are one)
(Yesterday we cannot live for, or pray)
(Tomorrows, there are many more, not none)
Oh crushed the buttercups beneath our feet
Hand in hand to walk the green meadow sweet.
Mandy Tams
INTERMINGLED CONTEST ENTRY
Meadow Sweet 1/16/2014
The Fates 02/03/2014
Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2015
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