By David K. Edwards
She dreams more by day than she does in the night,
wondering how it should come down to this:
The man that she loves is a stranger by sight
and the most he will claim is her kiss.
The flames in the fires have all turned to ash and
the lights from the houses are dim.
Yet, on the balcony, she rests her hand,
hoping for a new glimpse of him.
Dust, rising like smoke, approaches the town
and a horseman in black rides the street
She catches his smile, then her eyes drop down
to the rose that he's thrown at her feet.
She picks up the rose and takes a step back
as lancers on horseback ride past.
She wonders again at this stranger in black...
and wishes for dreams that will last.
