Behind the wheel she sits,
  then drives away,
in the sidesaddle she rides,
  hear the horse bray.

In first class she sleeps,
  as the plane rolls on,
she's no longer with me,
  but she's not really gone.

Walking, running, dancing,
  I can see her still,
living, loving, laughing,
  I'm weaker than her will.

Sitting while talking,
  holding hands while walking,
in fields we strolled,
  over hills that rolled.

My hand holds no other,
  no other my heart to keep,
I read, and read, and read;
  read some more, then weep.

So very much did we share,
  a gentle breeze blew her hair,
reflecting in her eyes I could see,
  all she was, with me.

Her glow has not dimmed, faded, or dulled,
  she is not lost at sea,
she's present front and center,
  in every corner of my memory.

For once upon a time, and long ago,
  she gave away her heart,
to me she gave herself: mind,
  body, and soul every part.

Heading out, far, far out,
  to her I go, one last time,
a ship lost, lost at sea,
  tis' my bell now; does chime.

Never will we die,
  in spirit we'll live,
for all we are...
  is all we had to give.
    ©2006 Randolph D. Brown Jr.