she longed to hold a child
in mellow arms and be wild
and free as a francolin at dusk
but alas, time waits for no one
now she wails in my heart
in memory of that humid day
when she planted her pain in me
and watered it with her tears
in the recesses of a day fled
in my palms i now hold shrunken hope
the price of a dream that was too vivid
to see the light of day in the haze in a maze