(Another re-write of) She Moved Through the Fair

(Another re-write of) She Moved Through the Fair

 

"My Mama won't mind and

Papa won't slight you

as not the same kind

Then away she stepped

to say:

“It won’t be long, love

till our wedding day"

Fondly I watched  her  

move here, move there
and as one star awoke

she turned toward home                                              

and like an evening swan

moves on a still lake

she moved through the fair

 

Between Here and There

Lies a great distance

Between night and day

lives mishap and chance

Some say, no two were wed

without sorrows unsaid
I smiled as she passed

toting goods and gear
but that was the last

I ever saw of my dear

The winds of the night

Sing songs from beyond

shadows and moonlight

drift over the pond

Last night she came to me

my dead love came softly
She laid a hand on me

and sweetly whispered

"It will not be long, love,

'til our wedding day"

Fondly I watched  her  

move here, move there
and as one star awoke

she turned toward home                                                          

and like an evening swan

moves on a still lake

she moved through the air