She heard him say
“I am here to hold you dear”
Her stillness became acquiescence to her still
It’s nice to have you home for Christmas they may say
But her heart knows the better
The disgrace was still the footnote.
The night wind made a faint whisper
Telling her over and over
The time has come and gone
Forget the pain of evermore.
Dancing took her to a time
Her feet would fly and fly
Sweeping steps of every beat
To see those days that would go by;
Just to remember his words so dear
To clear her mind of pain
The slightest motion of his hand
To kiss the smiles she must be;
The sound reverberated through the crisp autumn air
Klung, klung, klung of the wood
Reminding her he was there.
She remembers his words although,
As the faint breeze lifted her veil
But the face she saw was the one captured of long ago;
With black skirts and pine needles that she wrote
The songs were sung to her heart
Etched forever more this day
With colored hair ribbons all so new
He took her hand to strange places that were so few
On Saturday nights to kiss the kiss
She remembers the words he spoke
The bell tolled once and then twice she heard
Sound exploded and glass flew.
As her life fell around her like needles ever so slightly,
The pain of it all so gone
Just to remember the words he spoke;
The farther and farther he tolled
The longer and longer she was gone
So now the years have passed
The pain is as she remembers
And the WORDS HE SPOKE
Was so light
That it still tore her heart.
AS SHE REMEMBER HIS WORDS THIS NIGHT.
©Copyright 2011 Deborah Brooks-Langford