The pale beams of a sickle moon
Shed just enough light to show.
The winding path to lagoon.
A place we often chose to go
I very seldom walk this way.
It holds too many memories
Which underline I am alone.
A heart ache which will never cease.
Although you died long years ago
I think about you constantly.
The happiness we used to know.
Brought to an end prematurely.
I know that death is drawing nigh
If not today then very soon.
If death is kind I too will die
beside the shores of our lagoon.
Where you left me so suddenly.
I have no doubt that you will be
still waiting for me patiently.
So we can share eternity.
The found his body by first light
Precisely where his wife had died.
Although I’m weeping as I write
I pen this tale of love with pride.
(For M'lady Ernestine/Monday,08 August 2011)