A Poem Of Her

i went searching


for her, up the meadows


and down the gallows.


nothing can be found


but a whisper


of her voice,in a distant future memory.


oh how i crave! to find her


at last,


see the face thus far eluded me


and hear the voice i longed to hear,


fill the gaps in the shores


of my heart.





she's a naughty knave,


she is


diamonds in the earth


beautiful , inviting,


yet so cold


when touched.


she is my shadow


by dusk,


so near, yet impossible to be grasped ,


and then is no more ,


too late , its gone, it won't come back.