I see her, by the lamplight; waiting, <br />I watch her from the shadows, so dark, <br />Her hair; ruffled by the soft autumn breeze, <br />Shining; as gold in the forests of autumn, <br />Eyes sparkling, so dark, so brown, <br />As the brown, in the forests of autumn. <br /> Her hand traces slowly; a pattern, <br />through the mist, falling gently, softly, <br />onto the mirror she holds, reflecting starlight, <br /> Into her eyes. <br /> <br />She is waiting; like a girl for her first love, <br />Waiting nervously; .... waiting for me, <br />So pretty, so wonderful, so shy, so..! , <br />The lamplight still shines; but she has gone, <br /> Into the shadows of time. <br />No pattern traced her mirror, no mirror did I see, <br /> No; .... No one. <br />The wind blows colder, from the forests of autumn, <br /> I walk; alone, in the silence, <br />Thinking, ..Remembering, <br /> She died two years ago. <br /> <br />Moonlight steals slowly, <br />across the sands where I sit, <br />The sea, speaks with murmurs on the rocks, <br />On the shore; ..deserted, <br />The wind of autumn whispers, across the sailors graves, <br />Free of lifes worries, ... free of lifes joys, <br />I listen to the murmurings; Alone, <br /> In this eerie solitude. <br />I turn and feel, sea spray upon the wind, <br />in my hair; ..against my cheek, <br />My eyes taste the salt; .. though closed; <br /> Of my tears <br /> <br />Quietness descends; .. like an angels cloak, <br /> Can that angel; ..be her of my pain, my tears, <br /> For she has died, <br /> My tears are touched......and dried, <br />By the wind; from the forests of autumn.<br /><br />Laurie hill<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/forests-of-autumn/
