Once
The man she lies next to
Is a good man; her champion,
Defender, and faithful one,
Yet she hardly noticed when the flame
Began to cool and love’s passion
Became an obligation.
The stillness awakens in her
A time when romance
Was where she chose to dance
‘Til there was a boy who gave
His hand to her to climb,
On a night sublime,
An Ancient tower to view
The river valley below
Alit in the village glow,
That wrapt them in an aura
Of oneness that seemed
As sweet as life redeemed.
At times since, should a near-sweet
Breeze gentle her face
And carry her to her sacred place,
There, tho years ago, the boy is yet waiting
Who took her hand by chance
And lives again her once true romance.
Copyright Paul Thomson 2023
Copyright © Paul Thomson | Year Posted 2023
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