The Widow's Peak

The Widow's Peak

A Poem by Joyce Marie

The wind blows right through
the cracks in her soul
and she stands up in this widow's peak
just like the day she watched him go
 
The river calls out to her
this love can never be
and through her sadness she sees clearly
their hearts carved in an old oak tree


And even though her lover is gone
and no earthly ships shall bring him home
she stands high upon the widow's peak
waiting for his return

The wind it blows right through her
It brings her to her knees
and sky cries out to the earth
this love can never be

Day after day her soul grows weary
and her hope it disapates
Through her tears she can see clearly
That she lost her soulmate

The years go past and she grows old
Still waiting for his return
and the sun cries to the moon
No earthly ships will bring him home

Then the stars fell from the sky
but they never hit the ground
Noone heard her as she cried
for she never made a sound

She ran into his arms
He kissed the teardrops from her eyes
and the angels whispered to her
true love never dies
 

© 2009 Joyce Marie


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Added on September 10, 2009