The Vision

The evening opens its curtain to the shy dusk In the cool breeze air, a slight waft of the scent of musk I rest in my arm chair, in my hand a glass of dazzling champagne I reminiscence of the days gone by, all the joy and the pain And then I see her, in a vision so clear She was only 21 and to my heart so dear Why did I let her go I thought In a twist of fate my destiny was caught In an interruption my wife stands before me In a jarring voice, like vinegar on teeth “ How many times did I tell you, put the newspaper back You leave it everywhere except in its rack” I sigh with one last look at my vision She seemed to smile at me and say Yours was the heart I stole But she is the medicine for your soul