Poems by Meg Mack by Margaret Mack - HTML preview

SONG IN MY MIND

Soft as a zephyr he stole into my life,
Sweet as a sea-breeze in the evening,
Like a spring-time breath of air caressing my skin, Blowing through my tresses on leaving.

Gentle he was as a song in my mind,
Angelic and golden and laughing.
Softly he wafted and went from my dreams,
And left me pensively grieving.

A dream like a rainbow, just beyond reach,
No matter how far my journey.
The gold at the end of my rainbow I lost;
Soft rain on me only to greet me.

And still his memory plays in my mind,
Soft tableau of colour and rain and mist,
Soft pattern of sunshine and raindrops;
The arch of the rainbow that I never reached,
The dream that I won and then lost.

But winning was all, and that I’ll recall. I shan’t remember the rest.
I shan’t grieve. The past is gone. The future beckons, and I move on, With dreams to plan for and no regrets; No regrets for a beautiful song.