I sit by the lake The dead of night, The stars in sight, Celestial light, Shining bright, Day will soon break, A streak of silver, A wisp of her hair, A streak of silver, An evening fair, And out of the sea Comes a lady grace, Attired in lace, And she takes her place, Next to me, A streak of silver, A wisp of her hair, A streak of silver, A loving stare, The sun starts to rise, Warming rays, But through the haze, Sadness in her eyes, A streak of silver A wisp of her hair, A streak of silver, And a hint of a care But just as our feelings start to spawn She says with a tear, farewell my dear, For alas, I must leave ere break of dawn A streak of silver, A wisp of her hair, A streak of silver, And the scent of despair,
Reason for writing:
This poem stems from feelings of loss. It is about people whomake you complete and then you lose them.
Birth sign: Virgo
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