- May 1, 2003Eternal Love
A lone flame fluttered
rhythmically in the quiet room.
Through an open window, scent
of Jasmine flowed languidly
merging with moonlit shadows.
Save for the ticking of that
time worn clock, and the strained
breathing of an old woman,
eyes wide open and fearful,
all was silent.
A childhood memory disappered
in the fog of forgetfullness.
The candle flame began to sputter,
and she became aware of the scent
of Jasmine pervading her room.
"Is that you, John?" she queried
squinting in the darkness.
"I knew you'd come!" she said
smiling, the beat of her heart now
synchronized to the ticking
of the timeworn clock.
A roseate hue graced her cheek,
and that night, in that sacred place,
they waltzed till the sputtering
candle light slowly gave way to
moonlit shadows in the room.
"I will love you forever were
their last words, and in the morning,
they found the old woman in bed, smiling
just as she did when love first bloomed.
Douglas E. Fireman
Revised and updated
April 29th, 2003