"The Memory of a Woman"|
by Eric von Bayer
Lighted with a heavenly glow
in eternal spring she walks.
The stark contrast of lily's white,
the gentle touch of rose.
Her golden mantle doth softly blow
on the wind with which she talks.
With cool, radiant peering eyes,
I look on her amorous pose.
I feel my heart is lost.
Now alone on dark dark nights
when staring at the jeweled sky,
My tentative mind slips silently
to tenderly hold these thoughts.
The sighing wind her words repeat,
her thoughts, my wishes and hopes.
Bespoke the song, deep in my soul,
the piece of me I let you steal.
Yet while we live, not all is lost.