The endless looks you took
into my soul
my heart held captive from
every embrace
when a clear sky was available through your eyes

But then I turned around,
drove my car out of sight, so
heavy the tears on that very
clouded day, you sent me away

Where did you go, when the
wolves cry out, come back
my spirit still longs...never the moon rightly to silence

Will I take my last breath never
to see your face again,
your brogish, manly voice of another charming place

Just saying your name forming
on my lips, my kisses
dried and forlorn, I lie in the shadows

The clouds are gathering....

(c) Briefly Unclouded, but
Maybe Not to Be
04October2011
Vivian L. Dawson