In a time of long ago, he, - dying,
Turned to look at his true love, and needing
No assurance, took her hand. She was crying
As she saw his wound was deep. Wicked greed
Had robbed her of her Knight. His eyes told her
Of his everlasting love. Whispering low
So only she could hear, he mouthed this prayer.
He said love like theirs would conquer death,
And with faith, one day they would meet, and know
Each other, in another life. - Breathing
Then his last he slipped away. Her sweet face
Became a lonely mask of hidden grief.
No-one on earth would ever take his place.
From that dreadful day she never once more
Smiled, and after many weeks of fret, Lady
Dorothea died of broken heart, nought
Could save her, and they laid her in his grave.
A few more years then passed, and bright young men
Went hiking in the Scottish Glens, - the group
Had stopped to take the view, and two of them
Looked over gates into a field. A troop
Of maidens, dancing for the harvest yield
And dressed in white, now rested, she then turned.
Caught his stare, blue eyes met green and feeling
Suddenly unsteady, she swayed. - A tree
Was near, they took her to the shade. He ran
To help, left his friend, and by her side
He took her hand, and they knew. So began
Their story once again. She was crying.
They realised then they had been lovers
They had met and loved before. Another
Time, another place, but they had parted
Just to wait in secret timeless state, until
Fate had brought them near again, to start
Another cycle of their love. - Souls will
Find their mate when once true love's been known.
Timeless hearts are not left long alone.
Fay Slimm
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/timeless-saga/
