Quietly she slipped away

The morning brought another day

Surrendering to love; lost her way

A victim of nature’s lustful play

Head covered and eyes downcast

She rushed through the streets at last

At home now her father asked

“Where were you the night that passed’?

“Asleep at home”, she finally gasped

Their eyes met; her hands tightly clasped

He spoke not a word; and locked the hasp

She reached for the door but lost her grasp

Without thought she turned and asked

“Why am I always tasked

With questions of my life you ask”?

He looked at her; emotions masked

“Never more will I ask”

©5/25/07Terry Sutherland

Sans Peur

Terry