Wistful Lady

Wistfully she looks

across the sea,

standing alone

so distant from me.

Some day soon

we will meet again,

nothing else to do

but wait until then.

Memories we have

of our golden time,

like fragrant bouquet

of Asti wine.

We lived each day

in wonderous bliss,

loving harmony

and peacfulness.

The sight and sound

and wonderous touch

of loving times

we miss so much.

She stares wistfully

and waits for me.

Until we meet again

we wait paitiently.

JimKS © 3/31/2001

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