Lone damsel, petite and demure
continues to watch, standing tall
Alongside wrought iron gates
holding vigil at the garden wall

Yesterdays cherished memories
forever embedded within her heart
Remaining throughout lonely days
from minds eye, never more to part

Memories safely stowed away
holding her securely within precious love
Continuously soothing her loneliness
as would the cooing of the morning dove

Looking far beyond the hills and dale
where winding waters flow
Windows adorned with fragrant bloom
Overlook the tranquil valley below

With constant outstretched arms
in waiting to welcome you home
I still find myself often wondering
will you return , never more to roam?

Is this an illusion, or do I see a ship
constructed of finest European beech
Sweeping silently over the valley
upon slightest Zephyr breeze

Lingering there, seemingly motionless
it appears to remain beyond my reach
How did you fare upon your voyage
whilst you were sailing the seven seas

As I watch your slow approach
my body succumbs to gentle quivers
Anticipation heightens with the knowlege
that soon your touch will result in shivers.

Gitte©
February 5. 2000
Aubmitted to The Poetry Circle