by Profe Steve
Sunbeams dance on the concentric ripples As they silent spread out into the distance.
Moment by moment they grow smaller As the moonlight peepers lull me into a trance.
I draw a deep breath into my nose But the tightness has faded from my chest
As her memory faded from my thoughts Unwillingly, but at her behest.
She came to me in the midnight, Whispering softly on the breeze
Assurances of her love, now sundered, That had driven me to my knees.
The wave of ache has begun to recede Carried along on the ebbing tide,
The memory of her arms remains And in it I shall ever hide.