Dale Lloyd

Here in the place where once we danced,
Wrapped in the youthful arms of love,
I kissed your lips, your fingertips,
The touch that time could not eclipse.

The singing water in the stream – the silent keeper of the dream,
That far beyond the reach of time,
I would be yours, and you’d be mine.
But that, of course, was yesterday—
Before you vanished, slipped away.

Still, I return upon the chance
That you’ll come back to join the dance.

Then suddenly I see you there – dancing eyes and golden hair.
I reach to draw you close once more,
To taste the youth we knew before.
But in my reaching, brave and bold—
There’s nothing there for me to hold.
The haunted past still clings to me,
Its ghost my only company.