The road winds on like a ribbon
Under the pale moon's ghostly glare,
The trees wave their eerie fingers
And the deer lift their heads to stir.

Strains of a haunting melody
Twists in tendrils around my soul,
The voice of a long dead tenor
Lives again in his final role.

The years roll away unbidden
As the memories cling to my heart,
The music swells to crescendo
And the tears are aching to start.

Where is the promise of surcease
From sorrow, betrayal and lies,
"Love above all is the answer"
A voice from the darkness replies.

"I loved you from the beginning
'Twas your folly, kept us apart,
The peace I promise, is endless
If you let me into your heart."

typo-should read "the deer lift their heads to stare"

JP
Sometimes the beauty of love is letting go. I enjoyed your poem,
a bit bitterly sweet!

Mary...aka Ladybug

LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!

Dear JP,

of course I've got to love that one also for mentioning music . Simply tell, who was that tenor you quote? Caruso? I'm a little specialist, try me. Perhps I can share that song with you.

silent (therefor sighing) siren

I thought this up going home from work one night, a long time ago. I don't exactly remember the name of the tenor, I love them all, and often belt out opera in my car.