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Life is full of changes and twists, a lovely day can quickly turn to the darker grays of a cold and gripping death.

Upon the frail air

Mcc.1111by robert mccolley13 Apr 2014

And I sat there watching as she tip toes across the splashing shore of a cold and wistful lake/

A tip toe here, a tip toe there, hardly a splash did she make/
She would look at me with that pale face and her rosy lips would turn/
A smile of a thousand years to be with her I would yearn/
Her windy gown would move in a gentle windy way/
I just sat there enthralled so lucky to be with her on this day/
Clouds were low and the sky was grey but her energy did prevail/
I dreamt the two of us together on the ocean for a sail.

She creeped out upon a lofty log that floated amongst the water/
A giggle escaped her lips as she teetered and then a falter/
I will never forget the scream as she slipped into the deep/
To this day my heart it skips and I sink into a darkened weep/
Sitting there I watched her gasp she tried to reach and splashing/
Now tangled in her lovely dress and hair across her thrashing/
One fatal yell was all that escaped and then just water whispered/
My body stiffened across the lawn my heart away now drifted.

I scream for aid from far away and none are there to hear/
Laying there wishing for death for her cries they made me fear/
My wheelchair dumped and spinning I am helpless in despair/
Then her voice she touches me from upon the broken air/
She speaks as that of an angel telling me with great care/

“All is a spinning wheel my sweet and as is here is also there.”

- RAmccolley (c) 2014