WINTER'S TALE (© John MacLean 2006)

She stands at winter's window
And stares out to the sea
Well past holding grudges
She's learned to let things be
Winter's sun, pale yellow
Lies kind upon her face
Of regret, life's last joker
The light reveals no trace
But still she feels a longing
Born in dreams of youth
As she surveys roads not taken
And the shifting sands of truth

Sand within the hourglass
Like sand above rthe dunes
Softly shifts and whispers
Solitary tunes

First love long forsaken
Children's time long past
She was offered constant love
Settled peace at last
And if, as on this winter's day
The heat is less intense
It's not that life goes unfulfilled
In truth it makes more sense
But still she feels a longing
Born in dreams of youth
As she recalls roads not taken
And the shifting sands of truth

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