Steven Cooke (01-04-1958 / Sheffield)

I sit here all alone
The snow melting on my face,
A falling leaf sheds a memory,
Of my first love

It was here, that barmy night
She tripped in fun, amongst the leaves.
She breathed a smile,
Took my hand,
And softly seduced me with a kiss
A secret wish comes true.

We made love that summer evening,
By the river, under the willow
.Watched by a lover’s moon,
Hidden from View

Stared at the stars with our wishing well,
We dreamed of love and silly things,
Two hearts, inhibition to the wind,
Our souls locked in nature’s song.

But Young Love is a precious thing,
And winters do blow cold.
And in the fading light
She said goodbye.

A last glance, a precocious smile,
And the last moon dance was over
So here I sit with my wishing well
Full of broken dreams,

Yet still, I see embers of a girl
Who shared love, under the willow
Gave hope to my dreams,
Touched my heart,
And taught me well about
The wishing well

No tears now, there are dreams to make.
For That wish has flown away
To find another love
To breathe another wish
Into another’s heart.
To unlock more dreams
For her wishing well to pour

But our union was fruitful
For my wishing well is full
And dreams I can now give
For I seek my real love,
Where ever she may be.
Could it be you?