Ode To A Lost Love

Sometimes at night, when the world is still

She calls to me,

My love is calling and I must go, and linger at her side.

I often see her in my dreams,

The girl with mahogany eyes,

She wanders in quite close to me,

Her presence fills the air.

She takes my hand and leads me away

To wander through the pines.

We always come here in the summer

To strip off and bathe awhile.

Her bronzed body shimmering

With the wetness of the pool.

I love to sit and watch her

As she stretches out to the sun

And the drops of glistening water slide down

Caressing her golden breast.

Our minds in tune

Our souls entwined

Loving, gently, slowly

Culminating in a pinnacle of rapture.

Lazing in the warmth

Filtering through the trees

No longer entwined, but

Held together by the afterglow.

I open my eyes to gaze upon her splendour

But I am alone and she has gone.

And now, in the night

When the world is still

I call out to her,

My girl with mahogany eyes.

1990