Eternal love
Posted: Fri Nov 12, 2010 1:01 pm
Eternal love
Across a clearing on this perfect dewy dawn
there stands a scruffy swaggie, looking frail and drawn.
His teary eyes, fixed on this lonely old grave site,
he is not bothered by, the slow increasing light.
Upon his back, there hangs a tattered rolled up swag,
with, blackened billy tied onto a hessian bag
which holds some damper, that he made the night before,
for now his pilgrimage, has found him on this shore.
He’s now entranced as, all the memories return
to his younger days, and the bridges he would burn.
A life so full of wealth, all day he’d wine and dine
and mix it with the rich, enjoying a grand time.
His lady conquests were like notches on a tree,
and he believed that he’d be single and stay free
until, such beauty he saw on that summers day
when, a redheaded maiden took his breath away.
He’s captivated by her eloquent nature,
and, for her love, he would have to work to capture.
Forgoing all his friends, to court his new found love,
with walks beside by the lake and rich blue skies above.
Then on a bright spring morning, he asked her to wed,
to be his wife, and share their house, and share their bed.
Accepting his proposal, now they’ll never part,
his dedicated love would always fill her heart.
Now, old man fate can sometimes deal the cruellest blow,
and as a fit young man, to war he had to go,
In muddy trenches, on a strange and foreign land,
he stares long at her photo, she’d placed in his hand.
He dreams, they are together in the home he left,
instead of mud and rain, and, feeling all bereft,
and there beside his chair two children, now, he saw
his son and daughter playing on the polished floor.
A vision of his love, now stands before his eyes,
he’s missing her so much, and for her touch he cries.
While back at home, unknowingly behind closed door,
her failing, pain wracked body can not take much more.
This nightmare war for him, is finally over,
shot in the shoulder, by an enemy sniper.
While on this ‘Red Cross’ ship, he dreams that he can see,
he’s holding his dear wife, embracing by the sea.
Returning home to find a doctor at his gate,
believing he’d forever be with his soul mate,
he finds her in their bed, so thin and weak and pale,
and so infected that, her organs start to fail.
The doctors have no treatment for this new disease,
“I’ll stay right by her side” to them he now decrees,
then sitting by her side until her final breath,
He’ll mourn forever, her untimely tragic death.
In painless peace, she’s resting near the oceans sound,
this special place, where their devotion was abound,
and pledged their love together for eternal life,
to gracefully grow old as husband and a wife.
He’s missing their long walks along the beach in hand,
and cuddles on a blanket, on the golden sand.
With gardens unattended, thick and overgrown,
he packs his swag, then turns his back on their old home.
She travelled with him, and wherever he would roam,
he carried that old photo, of the love he’s known,
and, he traversed this sunburnt country far and wide,
then once again returns, to, now be by her side.
Across a clearing on this perfect dewy dawn,
there lies a scruffy swaggie looking frail and drawn,
he’d laid his swag, beneath the clear skies high above,
where finally he joins, his one and only love.
David J Delaney
31/10/2008 ©
Across a clearing on this perfect dewy dawn
there stands a scruffy swaggie, looking frail and drawn.
His teary eyes, fixed on this lonely old grave site,
he is not bothered by, the slow increasing light.
Upon his back, there hangs a tattered rolled up swag,
with, blackened billy tied onto a hessian bag
which holds some damper, that he made the night before,
for now his pilgrimage, has found him on this shore.
He’s now entranced as, all the memories return
to his younger days, and the bridges he would burn.
A life so full of wealth, all day he’d wine and dine
and mix it with the rich, enjoying a grand time.
His lady conquests were like notches on a tree,
and he believed that he’d be single and stay free
until, such beauty he saw on that summers day
when, a redheaded maiden took his breath away.
He’s captivated by her eloquent nature,
and, for her love, he would have to work to capture.
Forgoing all his friends, to court his new found love,
with walks beside by the lake and rich blue skies above.
Then on a bright spring morning, he asked her to wed,
to be his wife, and share their house, and share their bed.
Accepting his proposal, now they’ll never part,
his dedicated love would always fill her heart.
Now, old man fate can sometimes deal the cruellest blow,
and as a fit young man, to war he had to go,
In muddy trenches, on a strange and foreign land,
he stares long at her photo, she’d placed in his hand.
He dreams, they are together in the home he left,
instead of mud and rain, and, feeling all bereft,
and there beside his chair two children, now, he saw
his son and daughter playing on the polished floor.
A vision of his love, now stands before his eyes,
he’s missing her so much, and for her touch he cries.
While back at home, unknowingly behind closed door,
her failing, pain wracked body can not take much more.
This nightmare war for him, is finally over,
shot in the shoulder, by an enemy sniper.
While on this ‘Red Cross’ ship, he dreams that he can see,
he’s holding his dear wife, embracing by the sea.
Returning home to find a doctor at his gate,
believing he’d forever be with his soul mate,
he finds her in their bed, so thin and weak and pale,
and so infected that, her organs start to fail.
The doctors have no treatment for this new disease,
“I’ll stay right by her side” to them he now decrees,
then sitting by her side until her final breath,
He’ll mourn forever, her untimely tragic death.
In painless peace, she’s resting near the oceans sound,
this special place, where their devotion was abound,
and pledged their love together for eternal life,
to gracefully grow old as husband and a wife.
He’s missing their long walks along the beach in hand,
and cuddles on a blanket, on the golden sand.
With gardens unattended, thick and overgrown,
he packs his swag, then turns his back on their old home.
She travelled with him, and wherever he would roam,
he carried that old photo, of the love he’s known,
and, he traversed this sunburnt country far and wide,
then once again returns, to, now be by her side.
Across a clearing on this perfect dewy dawn,
there lies a scruffy swaggie looking frail and drawn,
he’d laid his swag, beneath the clear skies high above,
where finally he joins, his one and only love.
David J Delaney
31/10/2008 ©
