Word came across the hills and plains
That life had smiled upon my beloved
That she was swinging the world by the tail
And from the caves of precious stones
A husband molded of Gold and fire
And I a thousand miles yonder
With only good will and rhyme
My desired love married to fortune
But I saw her today
Or I thought I did
For before my eyes was a caricature
Of what she once was.
Misery all over her aged stature
Time must run fast in her world
Or marriage strike with an ageing potion
Did the caves of precious stones crumble?
And gold faded to dirt?
And beauty withered with it?
Her hair once long and black
Now stunted, brown from dust and toil
But in her eyes she was once beautiful
There was promise in her smile
That still rose beyond the misery
And there shone before my eyes
The tempting slumbers of nostalgia
If I could relive the past
I would beseech the gods
Make me puppeteer of her heart.