-- Notes of a Happy, Sad Song --
John Herlihy
Parley moi d’amour
Words intimate, pure
Speak to me of love
On the wings of a dove
Such tender words to say
Such deep emotion to convey
Between them, no distance
Nothing to offer resistance
Never knew such romance
The rhythms of love’s dance
From where such easy grace
From where her loving face
Her skin felt like silk
Her eyes creamy milk
Her heart fully open
True love to betoken
As a blind man traced
Smile lines of her face
She laid her head down
A flower fallen to ground
Her image never to fade
Now thru memory to wade
Her glow as moonlight
In the mystery of night
Night birds call with ease
Sweetly flows gentle breeze
I hear a murmured voice
Alone in darkness I rejoice
My throbbing heart be still
Only echoes of a whippoorwill
Love feels as a river, calm
Enduring as a sacred psalm
The memory flows ever on
Into the realm of beyond
Head bowed, softly kissed
Eyes closed, still missed
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Copyright ©John Herlihy
Monday 7 February 2022