Her Beauty Stands Apart

Beauty stands apart, giving those golden gifts
taking one's spirit and soul as it uplifts
My spirit viewed her grace that hour and day,
stood like a mountain no clever words to say.

Child lost in wilderness soaked with fears
words raced from her lips to my eager ears
Happiness sprang from joy and eager mind
greatest treasure, a man could hope to find.

She showered me with her love and soft glow
I begged and prayed for a never ending show.
Fickle fate, recklessly mirrored my shallow way
cast apart and apart we forever had to stay.

Years did not banished my love for her show
blessings can not erase memories I know.
Days and nights waking her right by my side.
pain so deep its more than this man can abide.

Regrets, daggers slice deep into a man's heart
demands that ending held as was our joyous start
Never let sad thoughts force me to weep and moan
my selfish deeds that forced her to be forever gone.

No power to reclaim her faithful love came to me
just sadness that seeks to cast my spirit into the sea
Dark spirits, casting doubts and sins back into my face
lost wild horse, that never finished first love's race.

R.J. Lindley
1970