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).