As swallows in the autumn fly
Held tight in grasp of circumstance
Suspicion wore an old patched coat
And as the wings of summer drooped
His anger leapt with none to wrestle
Her presence wasn’t felt
Blindly fighting presaged impulse
Troubles ploughed yet furrow trapped
As chalk that moves on slate defines
His heart in black beat out a pulse
The chords no longer played a tune.
Time wove its painful tapestries
For them the cradle never rocked
The hour came when nonel fulfilled
As flowers plucked too soon
No answers written on her face
And in the silent flowing water
Floating to eternity
She heard the drip of tears