A Wishing Well Love
A Memory
I sit here all alone
the snow melting on my face.
A falling leaf sheds a memory,
of my first love.
It was here, that barmy night
she tripped in fun amongst the leaves.
She breathed a smile, took my hand,
and softly seduced me with a kiss.
A secret wish comes true.
We made love that summer evening
by the river, under the willow,
hidden under the blanket of night
watched by a lover’s moon.
Stared at the stars with our wishing well,
we dreamed of love and silly things.
Two hearts, inhibition to the wind,
our souls locked in nature’s song.
But young love is a precious thing
and winters do blow cold.
Love is like an artist’s painting,
appreciated only after the brush has died.
She said goodbye.
A last glance, a precocious smile,
and the last moon dance was over.
So here I sit with my wishing well
full of broken dreams.
Yet still, I see embers of a girl
who shared love under the willow?
She gave hope to my dreams
touched my heart,
and taught me well about
the wishing well.
No tears now
there are dreams to make,
for that wish has flown away.
She will find another love,
to breathe her wishes
Into another’s precious heart.
This temptress is the locksmith of dreams,
her wishing well the wine of life
and I will remember her.
Her gift to me was the wishing well,
the magic of love and silly things.
The dreams of love are mine to share,
for I seek my real love.
Where ever she may be.
(2011)
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