The Night Visitor

One woman comes back to me in dreams,
And I can't tell you why. I haven't been
With her in many years. I do remember the moment
I saw her, her fine-boned face and long, dark
Hair, and the look on that face when she saw me.
Both of us seemingly said, "Aha! This is someone
I have to know," and we soon were together.
I was in love. She wasn't, but she was happy
With me for the brief span of months we were
Able to share. Pledged to another, dutiful woman,
Raised in the country, and good as her word,
She left to marry, and now she's a mother and wife
At home in the country again. I won't meet her,
But I don't miss her because she returns
And is sweet to me, once in a while, in dreams.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-02-12 at 15:03

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