A View In My Mind
May 1,2011
By Rose Marie Rideout

The whisper from the winds,
Would hit the rocks below,
It seemed I had waited for hours,
Since he said he had to go.

Like voices calling from the waters,
Little cries heard in my head,
As I waited patiently,
For my man to return to bed.

I laid with candles burning,
I rest beside the windowsill.
It seemed I waited all night long
Returning was not your will.

Morning had come so soon,
The sky was filled with fog,
I worried that you had fallen
Hitting your head on the log.

I’ve cried for you my darling,
All through the night,
How could we let those few cross words,
Ruin something so precious and right.