With childish laugh and dainty little hand
She builds a thousand castles in the sand.
Though errant tides would wash them all away,
She can return to build another day.
Why should she weep?
When female guile and coquetry awake;
A thousand hearts are hers, for her to break.
With one flirtatious nod of curly head
She can transfix the youth that she would wed.
Perhaps she feels the surging of his heart,
The agony of hours spent apart;
Can she not sense the power of her charms
Calling him home to hold her in his arms.
Does she believe he has the urge to roam,
Bored with the bland emotions found at home.
Is there another voice she comes to dread
Is she secure within her marriage bed.
Is she afraid to turn another page,
Stepping so softly into middle age.
Though youthful passion crumbles into dust
Richer by far are loyalty and trust.
Is it the pain within her feeble frame,
Or knowing life can never be the same;
Though his old heart has ceased, despite her cries,
Does she not know that true love never dies?
This lady, lover, mistress, mother, wife
This woman he has loved for all his life
Does she believe he’d leave her on her own,
Facing a silent future all alone.
Though he no longer holds his time and place,
And cannot wipe the tears from that sweet face.
He still stands guard, and patiently he’ll wait,
To lead her by the hand through Heaven’s Gate.
Why should she weep?
A beautiful and very passionate write filled with love and pure delight. I really love your expressions here. A womans charm and her beloved darling. She wields her womanly wiles well. Delightful poem.
We certainly do seem to be working on the same wavelength, Tom. Another poem on a similar subject. I have enjoyed reading your poems and will return to read more. Irene
In our usual life we make so many castles and all are washed away by errant tide of time. Feelings and emotions have nicely been framed.A beautiful write. Thanks for share.
A life's journey and the answer probably is to weep, but for the here and now, but not for eternity as it is idealized country with speculation but no returning tourists accounts. Live this life and live it well and be assured the opportunity was not disrespected or wasted, but enhanced and fulfilled by love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
But weep she does. Very poignant Thomas, and beautifully constructed.