EMERALD EYES

EMERALD EYES

Across the field of deep emerald green,
The figure of a man is often seen,
There are those that claim surely it is Shawn
But this cannot be because he is gone.

In that very field he met fate one day,
When he lost the duel with Thomas Gray.
Both loved the lass with the emerald eyes
But it is for Shawn her lonely heart cries.

She visits that meadow outside of town
And with tears shed, hopes her heartache to drown.
For Thomas Gray, she can only feel hate,
Blameless she’s not but now it is too late.

She wishes she had not been such a flirt
And perhaps not have worn such a short skirt,
Because it was that now long ago night
That the two men started a ruthless fight.

Is the ghost of Shawn making the field path?
An apparition of the aftermath?
Will she forget no matter how she tries?
This Irish lass with the emerald eyes.

1/12/09



10 Syllable AABB