PER CHANCE THERE COMES A DAY
A faint but trusted moonlit memory
Toward heaven’s gaze, there would be
The most radiant glow, did my passion spark
Only to plunge – dreary – so dreary is the dark.
Tormented by loss within this mind
Years of life, would prove unkind,
For a love that will never be again
In glory there is a price of pain.
The precious fruit within my heart so dear
It ripens with your presence near.
But, there alone, I lie awake:
From pondering peril – I did shake.
When you see life fall apart
It will distress the faint of heart
But, if per chance there comes a day,
Benevolent words I would convey.
©Copyright November 7, 2004 by Ed Ellsworth