The moment slipped through her fingers
Left now with memories that still linger
So ephemeral, a mist moving slowly by
Her breath caught, mixed with a sigh
What might have been, all that remains
Burning desires, as of searingly hot flames
Scorching remnants of what might have been
If she’d had the courage to reach out again
And grasp that which was most precious ‘n dear
Instead of sitting on the banks of a career
That was less than fulfilling most of the time
For which she’d endured an uphill climb
While the man of her dreams turned away
Uninterested in a temporary buffet
He’d wanted a life-long commitment
The dream, the bouquet, his endearment
Lay like dust and ashes at their feet
Empty forlorn, powder now on the street
The one man she’d always loved
Someone she’d considered beloved
Lost to her so many years ago on that day
Suddenly appeared before in the doorway
The look in his eyes bespoke ardour and love
The moment of truth, sonnets were made of
Really well done! Loved this one!
Thank you. I was just reading Zion. Fabulous!!!!!!!
Thank you!
Seriously, this is wonderdful!