November Pearl

As I stood alone, against a bitter

November wind,

Eyes of mine, stared longingly after a train tearing away into the night,

Far from reach,

My coat flapped

Throwing my cold tears

Into the air,

As if I giving them to wind to take away,

My gray face mirrored the sky,



I wish my love to be home,

I remember when I saw her eyes gleaming with joy,

And her beautiful smile dance into view, her white smile,

She was my pearl.





Snow was gliding down, white snow,

It was beautifully white, so carefree,

Only to land and be stained by mud ridden ruts,

Was not this our lives?

I wished my love to be home,

And knew not her face,

Anymore.