White Knight

As I drive past an old building,
looking up I notice something
I have never seen before.
This very large building looks like a
castle set deep in the woods.
Maybe a lovely enchanted forest.
At the top of the castle if you
squint your eyes you can nearly
see a fine lady in a white gown.
With her long hair flowing in the breeze
she awaits. Waiting, looking out
toward the river. This water will
bring her beloved back. Her fine
white knight once more to her side.
Ghosts of past or is it just my
imagination. An imagination having fun
and yearning. Wanting for more than
just history. Turning toward
the river I see a glint beyond the
trees to the east. Is it not,
perchance her love, her one true knight.
Or is it just water and sunlight
playing tricks on these weary eyes.
On I drive with a smile and a thought,

Tis sweeter the love when absent

Copyright © 1997 By Sheila Lynn

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