Across the shore and past that Riverwalk is something of fine galore, themes of alabaster and gleam of bronze thatll leave even the finest seeking lore,
Merry we went though not knowing we were foreboding a decent of madness that this retreat had laid in store,
Irony she held alike tall glass we beheld as stains among that royal hue,
For at last we made passed that stream which aghast even the mightiest of the taunting few,
Out of blunder we asunder for our dreams that we'd wonder we gave thanks for that blessing of which he knew.
Bitter Memories of Dark Rain's Wrath
There was such warmth in your winter fires
enchanting love in your daily talks.
Sweetest glory in all your fantasy desires
such treasured memories in our walks.
Spring held the beauty of that smiling face
as rising flowers burst the ground.
Renewal of life matched your loving grace
as classical music was your sound!
Yet cold Winter came as it always must do
bringing in chills that ate away.
The breath of life in hearts and in you
sick and foreboding a dark day.
Previous joys and pleasant days cherished
dearest touches grew so old.
A darkness formed, soon our love perished
love's ashes rest there so cold!
A nightmare, such bitter and cutting stains
death brought its deep cutting pain.
Eternal epic loss, that nothing ever explains
why our love drowned in dark rain!
R. J. Lindley
June 02- 1973
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