It does take me somewhere,

like all the poets before,

there seems to be a where

we wish to know its roar.

In the quiet of contemplation

our hearts do feel some

need for a sweet resolution

this day we think will come.

If only in a lovely song

I might feel her touch

If only I hadn’t been wrong

we might love as much.

I spoke too soon that summer eve

forever watching her beauty leave.