In the Winter of Our Lives
For David
In the Winter of our Lives
A silvery beam from Diana's bow
Slants across your pale cheek.
A tear glistens, opalescent,
As you beg me to stay a day, a week.
I am only a woman, beloved,
And have no Goddess' strength.
The trust I once gave you has snapped
After stretching to its' length.
The early sun throws a beam of gold
Across your copper curls.
You lie on the sheet like a child,
Your pale eyelashes long as a girl's.
The room grows lighter, I move away
From the arm that embraces me.
The morning sky glows jelly-bean blue
And beckons me to make me free.
Too many women have come between us,
Too many nights have I stood alone.
Your eyes no longer have the power
To make me believe in dreams flown.
Too many promises broken
Darken the cloudless sky.
There will be another, and kisses...
Be a man, beloved, and bid me goodbye.
Published by Debora HIll
I am the co-owner of Lost Myths Ink LLC, a company created for the development and promotion of my solo writings and my collaborative work with Sandra Brandenburg. I am the author of five novels and three... View profile
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