What have I done? The thought wanders the labyrinth of your mind,
and a voice offers cold comfort.
What you had to do.
The light that you foretold limns the beauty of his face, calling them as
a flame beckons to a traveler in the night. They ebb and flow around
him, a stately saraband; vying for a word, a smile - the sweet warmth
of his hand.
He is so easy to love, you whisper, your voice heavy with regret.
Then they will fight all the harder for his sake.
And your sigh is the soughing of waves upon the sand.
~~~~~
and a voice offers cold comfort.
What you had to do.
The light that you foretold limns the beauty of his face, calling them as
a flame beckons to a traveler in the night. They ebb and flow around
him, a stately saraband; vying for a word, a smile - the sweet warmth
of his hand.
He is so easy to love, you whisper, your voice heavy with regret.
Then they will fight all the harder for his sake.
And your sigh is the soughing of waves upon the sand.
~~~~~
