~ They Two & Another ~

Alone again in my bed at late night,

My mind has gone on yet another flight.

Away it has gone to the place of our first meet.

The time and the air were so very kind and sweet.

Fresh the dawn of ruthless cruelty springs,

And from it comes that fearful death sting.

How sweet you were and tender to touch:

That smile and calm voice--Oh so much.

Gentle you were, fairer than many placid seas.

How can the innocent hide from the stalking eyes?

Where can one go from those who hunt in captious guise?

Then from the shadow comes that feared strike,

And--Oh--on the heart it will so terribly bite.

You were once all mine, but now only a dream.

To think about you is too much--I must scream.

And as the innocent crumbles from a dearth of support,

The slayer smiles and gather again his ugly comport.

So how can two, so far away, continue to seek the other's best?

Can it be that time itself is below honest, youthful, noble zest?

                                            by  M.G. Maness, 1987

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