by Del Lobo

Created on: May 12, 2010

A flower in your hair

Change is inevitable, I'm told

As my heart winces every time

I see something quite absurd

A tall tower like structure

In front of the lovely stone mill

We used to traipse around in

Bare foot and fancy free

You, in your summer dress

Straps falling off your tanned shoulders

Wiping beads of sweat off your brow

As we climbed one of the walls

To sit on the highest part of the grassy area

We picnicked innocently and read

Soothing poetry to each other

The mill is now extinct, a modern structure

Stretches over the destroyed landscape

Tears fall from my eyes

Realizing that change is inevitable

Not wanting to believe

I look over at a high grassy point in the landscape

And may never have recognized you

But for the Berbera Daisy in your still curly hair

My heart leaps as strongly as my feet

My soul sings with joy

For simple pleasures that remain the same

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