The Swallow

The days are hot and humid
Scorched from the summer sun
Flowers have hidden their beauty
Their job has been done

I walk to the train station
It takes me to your side
You are lying there so quietly
As I look into your eyes

We once were so young
Like flowers in bloom
We blossomed into family
A bouquet of me and you

I stare out the window
Knowing summer will pass
And that you may have gone
Before the leaves can dance

I feel the coolness of winter
As I hold your trembling hand
Life is short and love is long
And now I understand

Like the Swallow upon the eave
Returning on the north wind
Your memory will fill my heart
Until we meet
once again…

© 2006 Jim Cain