the daydream

she ran to me beaming her golden sunrise in the warm breeze
bounding into my arms that were awaiting her joy
and we laughed the morning long unaware of the world

she walked beside me hand in mine as we watched the noonday sun
glisten on the rippling cool waters and we sighed our smiles
embracing arm and arm

she hurried on ahead anxious as the twilight dimmed
and shown it’s many shadows obscuring the way
and from time to time she threw her glance behind
as I labored my stride to attend her steps

then suddenly I lost her in the black forest fog
when the sun had gone from sight. I hurried but
could not see her until I came upon a meadow and saw,
in the moon light, her name lovingly engraved

 

 

Written by Scott Schoffstall
© June 13, 2011
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Poetic Sojourn

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