My Heart Is With You

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My Heart Is With You
By
La Belle Rouge

I waited here until I thought
I couldn’t wait another day
It had been so long, My Love,
Since you went away
Reports of bloody battles up North
The casualty lists were so long
“Dixie” had somehow lost its charm
As one of our best loved songs

We ate beans and cornbread
And anything else we could get
If the cause had not been hopeless
I suppose we’d be waiting yet
Every mouthful I put in my mouth
I wondered if you were eating too
Every pitiful bite of food
I wished I could share with you

My every waking thought
Was of you each day
And in the dark of night
On dreams I would drift away
To cotillion balls and barbeques
And nights of making love with you
I remembered your scent,
Your sweet kiss, your warm touch
And I thought I would die
From missing you so much

After Lincoln’s proclamation
The slaves all ran away
I can’t say that I blamed them
For seizing freedom’s day
Left with hundreds of acres of land
Nothing to plant, no way to stand
The poverty of body and soul
I wanted to die, If the truth be told

The neighbors were all as poor as we
Grown men wept out loud at having to see
The grand homes they had loved and built
Burned to ash, bearing the guilt
Of men who prospered
From other’s blood and sweat
The South was dying
But it wasn’t over yet

Sherman and Grant crushed us more
Now Dixie was lying at death’s door
Hunger and famine, sickness and death
Not a even a trace left of her wealth
The Silver Fox forced to flee
From Richmond town and at
Appomattox Courthouse
To lay his brave sword down

The men wept that day
But we women rejoiced
Our men would come home
And once again we’d hear their voice
Calling us Sugah, Darlin, and My Sweet,
My ears strained day and night
To hear the sound of your feet
Marching you back into my arms
After three months of waiting
My heart was filled with alarm

And never again was I to see
Your handsome face
And blue eyes smiling at me
We think you were buried at Gettysburg
But I’ve never actually heard
What happened to you, My Dearest Love,
My heart mourns each day
Like a lonesome dove
They say the South will rise; it may be true
But my heart is forever buried with you



In Another Time
By
La Belle Rouge

She gives him her hand.
He bows courtly and low
And kisses her lilac scented fingers.
Behind her delicate, fluttering fan
Eyes shadowed by full lashes
Flash blue-green fire.
“May I have this dance fair Lady?”
He holds her much too tightly
But she protests not.

The sweetness of the night
The cricket sounds,
Magnolia perfumed darkness
Moonlight silently falling
On her hair and bare shoulders.
He thinks her the most enchanting
Creature to ever grace a Southern night
With the gift of her beautiful laughter.

Each forbidden touch of his fingertips
Ignites into white-hot flame
Smoldering, unknown passions
That lie hidden within her.
His lips cover hers
With too great an urgency,
But she protests not.

It takes him away,
“The Cause” that so enamors them.
Away from her arms
And nights of stolen love,
Away to cold, hunger and misery,
To lonely blood-soaked
Fields and woods, where fools die
And leaders make speeches.
Away forever to useless death
And unmarked grave far from home
But she protests not.

In another time she would
Live and love away a lifetime by his side.
Grow heavy bearing his children
Weary managing his plantation
And old from the ravages of time.
Then she would lie down beside him forever
Their dust mingling together
In a corner of the earth, their object of devotion.
If only they had lived in another time,
Instead she lives with the loss
Sleeps with the loneliness
Endures the pain
And she protests not.

Copyright 8/3/2002 2002 La Belle Rouge

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