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Forever Lost in October's Storm
When the wind blows through the willow tree
and thunder starts to peal,
there's a memory that calls to me
and melts my heart of steel.
In the deepest cold of winter's night,
she came into my life;
she soon came to be my springtime bloom,
my sunshine, and my wife.
As the summer days of wedded bliss
brought joy much more than pain,
she delighted in the smallest things---
the sea, the sand, the rain.
Just to look again across the world
through eyes that smiled with glee
was the blessing to my weary soul
that set my feelings free.
In the autumn, willows sadly weep;
their leaves fall down like tears.
In a dark October thunderstorm,
I lost my love so dear.
Does it matter to the multitudes
or just to this old man
that I'd give my life and all I own
to have her back again?
As the years have slowly stumbled by,
my heart still bleeds each morn;
and the sun that sets each lonely night
still sees a heart that's torn.
When the wind blows through the willow tree
and thunder starts to peal,
it is in the lightning's sudden flash
she's here and I can feel.
By Sharon Miller Bolander
© 2008 Sharon Miller Bolander (All rights reserved)
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