Joan (standard:poetry, 337 words)
Author: Michael H. Silverman	Added: Dec 03 2000	Views/Reads: 4000/2225	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Poor Joan... tears come flashing.

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That spirit buoyant as the sea 

Awash in joyous revelry! 

She'd laugh so bright, so merrily, 

And always full of love for me, 

Clinging sweetly 

As we'd roam, 

Through flowered hills 

We'd laugh and roam, 

We'd run until the twilight fell 

And arms about each other fell 

In sweet and tender moments fell 

And if my heart was ever low 

Her laughter like a gleaming bell 

Would sing me out a cheerful spell, 

But laughter's now a lonesome bell 

That rings me with a hollow knell 

And so you see... 

Tell me sir, I beg of thee 

Tell me of the brighter sky 

Beyond this room of shadows 

Where forevermore I'll sigh, 

Forevermore I'll die, 

In these endless tears I cry 

For my sweet Joan. 

- Mike H. Silverman (c)2000 


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