At the end of the day, and particularly this day, Valentine’s Day, when dusk is about to settle down, thoughts sometimes go to a youthful love, and we wonder where she is, and what she is doing. And sometimes, just sometimes, we see her again in our dreams.

 

 

I saw her yet again last night

As radiant as then

With flowing hair and red red lips

And eyes that whispered ‘when’

She smiled a smile that stopped my heart

I tried to speak but no

So long it’s been, why did we part?

I whispered please don’t go

Those golden days when we were young

And loved each other so

All gone, for us the song unsung

The why I’ll never know

She smiled again and turned away

I called but she was gone

I lay awake and prayed for day

Just hoping that the dawn

Would find me still in blessed sleep

To dream and dream again

Of flowing hair and red red lips

And eyes that whispered ‘when’