You sat lonely on a hill gazing into my eyes,

But, I was never there.

The wind and summer sun caresses

The whitened tresses

Streaking through your

Satin hair.

You sat lonely and watched the moon arise,

Yet, I could not see you.

The night in her ebon gown redresses

The grieving stresses

As all the stars come

Crashing down.

You walked alone and crying in the skies,

And you thought you saw me.

Then you turned and to my surprise,

I heard your thoughtful inner sighs,

And all you saw was

My apparition.

Now, I walk lonely, and through the day

All I think to ask, I say,

Is where am I and and where is she,

How could life be so cruel to me?

Why is she so near,

Yet so very far away?

Dedicated to Virginia.

© 2008 Charles M. Baker III