Grief

A poem about lost love

The lights on the water dancing
making echoes in my mind of the
castles we built
great castles in the air.

The Nightingale in the twilight
sings to me a mournful song
a tale of lovers
lovers dead and gone.

Wither is my courage?
will the ships come to bear me away?
take me beyond the horizon
and there we can rest
entombed in the grassy mound,
for eternity.

But the ships have passed.
my heart has sailed,
my courage is gone
and so here remain.

There will be no more castles.
we built them when the days were brighter,
it is too dark now.