HER TAINTED HEART
Carried by the whispering winds
in soft low notes she heard his voice
which echoed over wood and moor.
She felt the stab of nettle stings
beside the tumbling walls of time
in mortar where his vision lay.
Ill luck ordained her presence there
In refuge with her deep remorse
she cried into the night.
And just as metal deep in mines
the fire burnt within her heart
in ashes now the dream foregone.
Bathed deep within obscuring mists
she drank the raindrops as they fell
and washed her tainted heart.