Dust and Dreams-A Journey
Sweet Young Mallory (Loss)
Sweet Young Mallory
Oh, the hardened heart of sweet young Mallory,
Still waiting in youth's blush,
Fair lass of Irish descent, in youth's lucidity lent,
Her heart to West wind, exposing the secret of sin,
In bitter memory,
Raven black hair flowing wild and free,
Shone brilliant blue as a lover' song,
Long ago, when zealous youth like a crescent glowed,
And no soul etched debts were to be owed,
Only bitter memory,
Spirited lad, her Sean, had promised true,
To keep his love as a locket, the sweetest taboo,
This he sealed with softest, sweetest lips,
As then he rode off for always, past fields of daisies and tulips,
A bitter memory,
Fair Mallory remained behind,
Collecting in dark recesses of mind,
The empty promise made, he had,
Then left her lonely, Sean, her lad,
Such a bitter memory,
As her years passed, sniffing arrogance,
Fair lass became gray skeleton,
Her voice echoing amidst the mountainside,
Awaiting in jest, for her lad to arrive,
In bitter memory,
As a new Spring dawns upon the field,
Of Ireland's plush forest, the sunrise yields,
A withered woman of slight, sad frame,
'Tis sweet Mallory, awaiting rescue, in vain,
In bitter memory......
2002
Cristine M. DiMario
Oh, the hardened heart of sweet young Mallory,
Still waiting in youth's blush,
Fair lass of Irish descent, in youth's lucidity lent,
Her heart to West wind, exposing the secret of sin,
In bitter memory,
Raven black hair flowing wild and free,
Shone brilliant blue as a lover' song,
Long ago, when zealous youth like a crescent glowed,
And no soul etched debts were to be owed,
Only bitter memory,
Spirited lad, her Sean, had promised true,
To keep his love as a locket, the sweetest taboo,
This he sealed with softest, sweetest lips,
As then he rode off for always, past fields of daisies and tulips,
A bitter memory,
Fair Mallory remained behind,
Collecting in dark recesses of mind,
The empty promise made, he had,
Then left her lonely, Sean, her lad,
Such a bitter memory,
As her years passed, sniffing arrogance,
Fair lass became gray skeleton,
Her voice echoing amidst the mountainside,
Awaiting in jest, for her lad to arrive,
In bitter memory,
As a new Spring dawns upon the field,
Of Ireland's plush forest, the sunrise yields,
A withered woman of slight, sad frame,
'Tis sweet Mallory, awaiting rescue, in vain,
In bitter memory......
2002
Cristine M. DiMario
