Swallows,
show me the way
Where will you be
found, since I am so lost
without you? What winds
will my sails follow
across these desperate
seas? Will swallows
show me the way to you?
Will my soul, tossed
this and that way, find
some peace and relief?
This is hellish living,
of you deprived.
On a vain hope my
loving feelings thrived
for so long, holding on
to this belief:
Oh, yes, we will be
together once more,
and we’ll hold hands,
and dance; I’ll smell your hair,
and gaze at those hazel
eyes I adore,
hear your voice… We’ll
enjoy the love we share,
smiling, giggling, the
way it was before,
where nothing
matters, as we’re past all care.(First published in Azuria#3, Summer 2013-14). Azuria is published by Geelong Writers, ISSN 2200-2367).
