© 2013
(by Jim Sularz)
Atop a secret hillside,
high above a babbling brook.
Where passions once entwined,
when time would never look.
He, in his threadbare raiments,
and she, at her wedding’s best.
Vowed with a kiss and promise,
to never cross that rivulet.
But, soon possessions and envy,
days, far too busy to woo.
It was when they cherished secrets,
when they had most to lose.
Both aged with lost tomorrows,
held hostage by gain and work.
And lived with an understanding,
that chained denial never spoke.
Buried deep atop a hillside,
an empty tomb left behind.
Just across from a rushing river,
where their true love went to die.