Poetry

In my dream your photo frame memory
did not want to bring you back to me
and somewhere the forgetting did sneak in
as if continually you were hiding
but still my heart was full of affection and glee
while my own thoughts were jumping as if to be free
 
and they would go back to a day on the beach
when you did disappear and were out of reach
when the afternoon cannon thundered in the distance
and there was pain in that remembrance
as if I could not comprehend this breach
and we were away each to each
 
but of the depths of our love I did know
when from my anxiety my awakening was slow
while you were sleeping peacefully
and to my heart came a kind of tranquillity
while on the wall sneaked a shadow
and outside the streetlights did glow