Undercurrents
The moon was keeping the night at bay
The stream lit black; the green grass grey
With lightest breeze, the bluebells play
With tight closed eyes, the girl would pray
Her red velvet dress was made to thrill
It bent her husband to her will
But with that came the bitter pill
Of knowing he was missing still
At twilight, when the pink skies came
She'd trace her route; she'd mouth his name
With no reply, she shouldered blame
And played her nightly crying game
Her long black hair would shroud her face
Darkening her natural grace
But still, there kept an empty place
No-one could chance to fill that space
The letter that she clutched so tight
Could have given some insight
Would have shed a knowing light
If only she'd have shared her plight
She'd spill a single burning tear
She'd never sob; lest someone hear
The water, deep, her greatest fear
She could so simply disappear
Instead, her vigil kept her there
Within the hopefulness she'd wear
Despite her thinly veiled despair
She thought it only right and fair
To hold his memory bright and strong
To think of him in right and wrong
To hold a torch, sing such a song
Even in death; they would belong...