Lenore, as gentle as the wind,
As light as a feather;
I wonder where it was
The breeze delivered her.
I imagine her smile
In the morning sun, and
Her son, playing in the yard.
I smile in reminiscence
Whilst pondering
This new shore
I've happened upon;
Guilty, come fear,
A remorse blanketed echoes of
Gallantry.
The world would never let me go.
She knew that when we’d sprout;
The world would never let me go,
“So go,” she’d whispered.
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 10:11 PM UTC
Lenore, as gentle as the wind,
As light as a feather;
I wonder where it was
The breeze delivered her.
I imagine her smile
In the morning sun, and
Her son, playing in the yard.
I smile in reminiscence
Whilst pondering
This new shore
I've happened upon;
Guilty, come fear,
A remorse blanketed echoes of
Gallantry.
The world would never let me go.
She knew that when we’d sprout;
The world would never let me go,
“So go,” she’d whispered.
