Before Darkness Sets In

I sit here in a reverie, thinking about he.
My pen refuses to move from my first word,
I sit here pondering about he..
In my mind's eye, I can see he as he passes me,
I pretend not to see that shadow of he..
The beauty of his body in silhouette am mesmerised by he..
The arrogance in his walk I can not believe he's prancing before me..
My eyes follow he as I stretch to touch,
But somehow he avoids me with a grin he's, face is a picture to see..
The words of love of old,
That'll never be told,
But I so long to tell him what's in my heart..
But my mind refuses to utter not those words of love, that's deeply within me..
On the bench, I clear a space as he passes again,
I scatter the yellow the red petals with the heavenly scent.
But he cares not even as he sees me playing a game with he..
His shadow hovering over me, my heart skipping a beat.
As he knocks on my window pane and I like a gambling fool
Go and see him standing there staring at me..
I whisper..Oh lord don't do this to me.
I pick my pen again the pain within me, as he cares not for me..
Tears flowing silently as I try to write something that amuses me..
In the candle light before darkness sets in,
Am I that woman happy before that candle light that I sit and write..
Before darkness sets in.

                           Connie James.