By David Roth
© 2 November, 2003
Of course I feel the deep despair
The heavy longing always there
That comes like waves of misty air
A dread oft’ more than I can bear
A bleak and chilly autumn day
That turned from sunshine to dismay
With nothing either one could say
We stopped, we turned, we walked away
Once wrapped in love’s warm, tender glow
A thing as pure as winter’s snow
A seed, once tended, sure to grow
Has wilted in life’s ebb and flow
To leave behind a broken heart
Where once had been a hopeful start
To silent pain I now depart
Now misery becomes my art
And so I face the coming dawn
On empty shore I stand withdrawn
As barren as the silver swan
To dream of love so swiftly gone
