A Summer Season

A Summer Season


A spirit alive, and not,  it seems, a voice that whispered in your dreams.
Alone and lost in the light of day, you question all the things I say.
I wandered alone, a mist in the dark until fate drew me inside your heart.
We touched, we danced, you deny it still.  Remember me, love.  I hope you will.

Despite love, you say "This cannot be", as autumn spins its tapestry.
The days wind by, each cherished in kind. Tomorrows woes won't cloud my mind.

My heart strains to hear the song. Love's conversation, we belong.
Amid star-filled nights, they fall, we sing.
Your whispered voice on the wind that brings
a peace, a stillness, the warmth of the sun; from you, my love, the only one.

Imprisoned by the clock, I was lost in time;  your love, your light,  I made it mine.
We talked and danced, you gave your ear, and filled my emptiness, so sincere.
My melancholy forlorn ways;  you made me laugh, joy filled the days.
My muse, my light, the work now done; the tuneless song can now be sung.

You sleep in silence, I watch your face, my contentment now, time can't erase.
The summer wind, it warms the touch;  of you, dear one, I love so much.
Like the summer wind our souls ran free; touched by the sun - life's rhapsody.
We questioned life, though death holds me.
My heart endures;
Remember me.

I journey now, through space and time;
please write the words you thought were mine.
From a far flung place you cannot see;
I love you still.
Remember me.

from the upcoming short story "A Summer Season"
copyright 2008 Robert L. Ward