Sep 262015

The road.

As I strode that dusty road my eyes sought
a place where my troubles I could unload.
My fears I could not restrain;
but I lost the battle over and over again.

As the sun set, I saw that little Tavern
down the hill close to the old Mill.
It was the place we first met, how did I
get here and how did I forget?

It was by the little well where I thought
you were swell and by the moor;
where my heart was filled with bliss, I could not
love you more.

When I walked in the door the Innkeeper
smiled like he had seen me before,
he said; where is your lady friend?
I could not answer, and then he said;
she was such a great dancer!

My thoughts became a blur, where did she go,
all I know is that she’s gone and nobody has seen her.

How did I get on this winding road,
bearing this heavy loss.

Is that why I sigh and cry, without her
I am totally lost.

What is that strange sound in my ear, it is the
alarm clock, something to fear.
As I turn and look on my side, I see my
pretty Bride.
It is then I realized that it was in the nightmare
where my love was not there.

Sometimes a dream may seem so real,
the things you cherish while awake
they may steal.

I rolled over; put my hand on her shoulder,
kissed her on the ear and said;
I love you and I’m so glad you are here.

There are times we may be afraid to sleep,
fearing those dreams that make you weep!

Author Ken

September 2015

 Posted by at 11:33 am

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