The river, so dark and cool
Holds the secret of my love,
As the River flows,
So, my life, to the end,
And as my life, so my love,
Continuous...
As the moon filters through the leaves,
Dappling the leafy floor,
No one is there to see.
My love falls Blindly on your ears
Surprised, you flee
As a deer in the woods,
Frightened...
I am left alone in the cool,
Damp darkness
By
Jerry E Smith
©7/17/2012
While I was in the US Air Force, I had
'fallen' for an attractive young lady, who seemed
To like me.
One night, having had a bit too much to drink
I called her and professed my love.
She was (or acted) Surprised, and not too
Gently, set me aside.
She married an acquaintance of mine not
Long after this.
I wrote the poem after the phone call that night.
Her name was
Dianna
