The Shadow of a Lion

©2007 Wayne Cook

She lay in his shadow; their bodies blocked the light
Crushing his face against her breasts in the night
It wasn’t hard to remember embraces long ago
The ones when time stopped and morning turned to go

She remembers his hands, the fingers and his care
She remembers his muscles, his eyes and his hair
She remembers how she compared him to Orion
She pauses and remembers the shadow of a Lion

She felt his breath across her skin warm and slow
Comfort was the gift that age had left them now
One last time he rose to cover her mouth with his
One last time they left the earth behind their kiss

I can’t go on writing these lines without tears
I can’t go on remembering the nights behind the years
I can’t sing without sadness and I know I can’t return
As my my heart relives each night's sad reminder as I yearn