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WOMAN OF THE WEST-WIND

The moon peeks out from behind a cloud
And friends' voices cry out much too loud,
"Where has he gone and why must you leave.?"
Across her face she did pull her sleeve
And said, "I climb up and, with a dove's
Patience, will wait for my long-lost love;
Up to the crest of the star-flecked hill
To where the winds blow so damned chill."

Facing out, looking over the dark town,
She clutches her tattered and torn gown
Tightly. The twinkling lights slowly blink
Out and she is left alone to think.
Thoughts from her previous ~romenades
Slowly ruin her ice-cold stone facade,
DripPing into depths hitherto black,
Silent wishes for him to corne back.

The sun softly peeps over the crest,
But she still stares off into the west.
Waiting, always watching, to see him
Corne striding up the hill, dark and dim.
Four years and thirty, has she so spent
Expecting a letter he had sent
From exotic and bizarre Countries
Where happiness still hangs from trees.