I was walking by a field one day <br />early in the month of May. <br />The buds were in rich splendour <br />getting ready with their finery. <br />Something made me pause <br />and look around at what was there, <br />it was then I spied <br />a maiden with the fairest hair. <br />She was sitting by a small stream <br />looking at her reflection <br />in the clear water there. <br />Each ripple represented a frown <br />she wore on her forehead <br />as she waited for her lover <br />to return from a foreign shore. <br />She sat so silent and still <br />under the warming sunlight. <br />I wondered if I should speak <br />and break the silence of her concentration, <br />but though I had better not <br />and kept on walking by. <br />Though I never saw her, again, <br />I often wonder now, <br />did her lover come back <br />from that foreign shore? <br />Did they live happily together <br />in love forever more? <br />Personally, I’d like to think <br />it was like a fairy tale <br />and that they lived happily together <br />forever and ever more. <br /> <br /> <br />24 January 2007<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/forever-and-ever-more/
