~Lindy~

(The Crippled Hunter)

By the grace of God, I live to love you still,

Forever more; though unloved I may yet die,

Though all is lost, I would this hope fulfill,

For my lips farewell, but my heart can't say goodbye.

Sweet is life, if you should see it so,

That your every dream will eventually come true,

For every star in heaven has its glow,

As my own heart finds joy from loving you.

Ere, God so kind gave you an Angel’s face,

That has no rival with which I can compare,

None more than I, shall keep a special place,

Concealed within a heart of loving care.

Dream your dreams for they will all come true,

And joy and peace will one day come to you.

2

Even as the sun with crimson colored face,

Climbs above the frowning distant hills,

I see the Summer Moons last silver trace,

Clinging to sweet heavens clouded sills.

There, Springs Angel rides upon the clouds,

Like a quiet memory upon a golden thought,

A silent dream among those silver crowds,

A little girl, in splendid visage caught.

Her fragrant hair like the plumage of a Dove,

Displayed about her Moonlit freckled cheek.

Her jeweled eyes sparkling with sweet love,

Glow with the future happiness they seek.

But then day’s blossoms fade into the night;

The Sun is gone; the Angel lost from sight.

3

The Sun was bright, so bright, once yesterday,

But days must end however bright they break,

For Suns must fade, sometimes unhappily,

Leaving loves tattered remnants in their wake.

Time’s great surgeon removes the most of ill,

Though, leaves a scar that bleeds on lonelier days,

All those things that we could not fulfill,

Brings brief regret, then slowly fades away.

I who have no power, the future to foretell,

See somewhere in the distance of its realm,

A little place reserved, a quiet wishing well,

That preserves a precious moment at hope’s helm.

For life is hope, and love its sacred crown,

Which helps us up, when we in woe fall down.

4

Your hand I held, like of an Angel’s fair,

In joy, and then in sadness, both so brief.

Once that was heaven; once in sad despair,

Once with love, once with bitter grief.

Pure your eyes; both times your heart’s display.

Stars of the blue; stars of clouded night.

Lips that moved, but found no words to say,

All said, and seen, in blind and sightless sight.

Ah! My treasure of sweet thought and wondrous dream,

This melody that brings sad joyous tear to my eye,

Of all the birds; the flowers that I've seen,

They can’t compare, with the beauty of your sigh.

No greater joy could ever dwell in me,

Than these sweet thoughts that form such memory.

© 15 August 74 Colin F Jones

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