Source:
Adults
Author:
Douglas Munday
Title:
First Love
Beginning We walked that first day, along the mossed and wild flowered river bank. I can still remember the warmth of her hand in mine as we reached and rested at the ancient wooden bridge.
We talked then for a time, discovering; watching the shimmer of our reflections in the swirling drift of the river's lazy current; and she giggled hysterically when I confessed I was a poet. "If you're any good," she said, "write me a poem about the way my hair blows in the wind." I smiled and watched the lift and curl. No words I had described the girl as her hair blew in the wind.
Interlude .........
Ending. This is the end her gentle blue eyes said, no answer came, just downcast heart instead. The silence sat, like Ravens waiting in the trees; the glance of love so flicker fast she never sees. She stand to go, shakes out her golden hair. No words are left, just tears of quiet despair. Her gentle eyes say; don't you dare come near, he cries inside, feels then the ghost of fear. No point now in the artful clever word, the silent prayer, locked deep and never heard. The dream is done, dice tumbled from above. A final sad reminder to the losing of his love.
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