Guest author James Ryder writes…
That dusk upon us, the soft rock beneath us…
– James Ryder
Never known, a face more divine
A smile so perfect, loved to be the reason
Her hair so elegant
The winds that it swirled, would give anything to be in its way
A Voice so sweet and smooth
In her whisper I heard, the sound of elixir
Her eyes so fine
Lucky was me, when I pleased her sight
So wonderful it was, just the thought of being
The thought of having
Her hands in mine
That dusk upon us, the soft rock beneath us
The golden sun set by the river
But the morning never came
In thin air,
The figures vanished
The beauty was gone
So were my memories
As I woke up from the dream
Indeed, a face that I’d never before seen
A lady I’ve never known
Maybe Never will…