Somewhere

Along the lines of true love’s path she waits,
A common theme of broken hearts to gaze.
The light grows stronger as she meets the gate,
For she can only hope he’s in the haze.
With wishful heart she searches blindly not,
For love burns through the hazy garden fog.
Releasing all her fears that he’s been shot,
She looks as though her mind dwells in the bog.
Sudden burst of wind opens garden gate,
She turns around to see but it’s too late.