The Widow's PeakA Poem by Joyce MarieThe wind blows right through
the cracks in her soul
and she stands up in this widow's peak
just like the day she watched him go
The river calls out to her
this love can never be
and through her sadness she sees clearly
their hearts carved in an old oak tree
And even though her lover is gone and no earthly ships shall bring him home she stands high upon the widow's peak waiting for his return
The wind it blows right through her It brings her to her knees and sky cries out to the earth this love can never be Day after day her soul grows weary and her hope it disapates Through her tears she can see clearly That she lost her soulmate The years go past and she grows old Still waiting for his return and the sun cries to the moon No earthly ships will bring him home Then the stars fell from the sky but they never hit the ground Noone heard her as she cried for she never made a sound She ran into his arms He kissed the teardrops from her eyes
and the angels whispered to her
true love never dies
© 2009 Joyce Marie |
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Added on September 10, 2009 Author
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