Lost Dreams

Je t'aime... tres beaucoup.. A tout a l'heure.

She's sitting at the table writing, 
quite what wasn't sure..
one of her stories or some poem ...
the wind caught her hair through the open window
As it flickered over her face it made her look up, listening to the wind..
It was rather a windy night a beautiful night,
with the smell of the shore,
one can smell the sea before one sees it 
such a lovely smell.
the waves can be heard smashing against the rocks,
that whooshing kind of sound. 
As you lay there you can see the seagulls floating screeching by,
chasing other birds, they look so majestic as they ride the thermal winds, 
the lighthouse shedding its light ,
sending its rays across the sea warning..
of dangerous rocks looking rather magical.
The flickering candle light...lighting up her face,
there's pain and sadness in her eyes, 
but most of all there's that certain something,
that other people may call beauty.
She was unaware of what others saw in her
wondering why people would stare...
making her uncomfortable at times...she didn't like their stares. 
There's a knock at the door, seeing him there
her heart fills with gladness, running to him her arms encircling him, 
so tight she darn't let him go...she walks back to the table,
gives him the letter she'd been writing . this is for you..
haven't got much time, the boat is about to leave,
we hold hands and kiss for the first and last time... 
I still have that letter, ratter faded now,
but it still retains the scent in my mind...
of that time when there was love between him and me.
That yearning never leaves, never leaves you,
the smile lights up his face,
remembering seeing her in his mind's eye.   
retaining that memory from long, long ago 
the letter now rather faded, the long lost dreams.