Far From Grace

Recalling a past time and place with a regretful longing.

Wind blowing, I hear your call...
it takes me back to a place...
on a ridge, not far from home...
how I long to see your face.

Deep set eyes, sky blue the color...
a perfectly sculpted nose...
soft full lips, which touched on mine...
in your hand, one red rose.

Strong hands, that welcomed work...
the strength of three men...
trusting, loyal had no idea...
the price of my dreadful sin.

Stresses me so, to remember things...
a demon was in control...
as hard as I try, some things won't  come...
buried deep, inside my soul.

Laying back my head, closing my eyes...
gypsy wind hits my face...
tear drops form, fall from eyes...
for I fell far from grace.

Reviews

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WOW, so very powerful. I can feel this one inside of me. I have been here before. I know part of this write myself. Sorry you had to go through this.

[Gypsy Dreamer]

All is good in the world now... for now.