And something that I love- whether one reads it as a poem, or as a song…


Her Bright Smile Haunts Me Still
by W.T. Wrighton, in Heart Songs

'Tis years since last we met,
And we may not meet again.
I have struggled to forget
But the struggle was in vain.
For her voice lives on the breeze,
And her spirit comes at will,
In the midnight on the seas,
Her bright smile haunts me still.

For her voice lives on the breeze
And her spirit comes at will.
In the midnight on the seas
Her bright smile haunts me still.

At the first sweet dawn of light,
When I gaze upon the deep,
Her form still greets my sight
While the stars their vigils keep.
When I close mine aching eyes,
Sweet dreams my senses fill,
And from sleep when I arise
Her bright smile haunts me still.

When I close mine aching eyes,
Sweet dreams my senses fill,
And from sleep when I arise
Her bright smile haunts me still.

I have sailed 'neath alien skies,
I have trod the desert path,
I have seen the storm arise
Like a giant in his wrath.
Every danger I have known
That a reckless life can fill,
Yet her presence is not flown,
Her bright smile haunts me still.

Every danger I have known
That a reckless life can fill,
Yet her presence is not flown,
Her bright smile haunts me still.




Not a sonnet, but worthy of being brought out as often as possible.