A Song of Longing
By Cathy Roberts
To the misty vales of the mountain I sing
It is a song of fond remembrance
It is a song of longing
It is a song of home.
I remember the river flowing
Winding her way between trees and rocks
Gently falling down the slopes
Ever calling my name in her crystal voice.
The morning mist would curl itself around
the castle like a cat around your leg
Darting in and out of the forest
Playing hide and seek with the sun
Always just out of reach..yet seeming so cacheable.
I remember the way the sun would lazily take its time
to reach its zenith in the sky
The vale a jungle of undergrowth pierced
in places by the sun’s unrelentless rays.
Tomorrow may be a new day for me
Today I grieve for my loss of yesterday.