The dying sun spilled blood in the river.
A boy and girl stood under the gaslight.
Above the water the pink sky was bright
And a playful breeze made the girl shiver.
Face to face on the bank of the river,
Foreheads touching underneath the gaslight,
The girl hoped for her young love's first delight…
The boy was unsure, began to dither.
A moment passes never to return.
The sky darkened and the gaslight was lit,
The girl sighed… and in silence the boy stood.
Their hands touched… the boy remained taciturn…
At last the girl knew it was time to quit…
The moment passed… and the girl understood…
© P. J. Oszmann (2006)
© Illustration created in Photoshop. (2006)
I have enjoyed the reading of "Underneath the Gaslight".
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Regis
This is gorgeous, softly illuminated by love - well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.