Reflections Poem by George Capron

Reflecting on things that used to be
Repeatedly I'm caught with a thought
That keeps flashing back to me
And people that I've fought.

Reflecting on things that use to be
After I'm caught with the thought
Of visions, that come back to free
The misery they have brought.

Come to me my darling dear
Come to me thou sweet and fair
Come to me at break of dawn
So, we can welcome in the morn.

Come to me thou fair and bright
Come to me jewel of the light
Come to me late at night
As time moves on his awesome flight.

Come to me just as thou art
Come to me with virgin pride
Come to me and show thy heart
Stay! Nay, never leave my side.