By Steve Soskin   intersys@cruzio.com
Date: 15 January 1998

Bough of Sadness

        The breeze whispers through the pine 
            bringing her soft voice to me.
               It is carried ever lightly 
                    as I sit alone 
            'neath sad snow laden boughs. 

            The trees, tall in their majesty 
                 with arms upraised,
                    ask for love. 
              For their boughs do bend 
                 as a shoulder shrug.
              Love me, they cry silently,
               as stalwart they stand. 

             The trees sigh in the breeze 
             with the song of 'her' melody.
                   A longing sigh 
                for love lost long ago 
              And they stand and listen 
                    in silent hope.
              for the return of the one. 

        And the breeze continues its journey 
     Lightly touching each bough with her voice. 
      And the boughs forever remain saddened 
             With the loss of yet another.
               Until, alone, they break 
                      and fall.