Silver Wings

In dreams she is but a memory now,
I knew she could never be mine,
For gold and silver I can not vow,
Nor drink the illusion's sweet wine.

She needs her variety and it's spice,
Jet lag is her friend and tormentor,
She let die one love not to suffice,
Her lust makes her love's traitor.

She needs the freedom of silver wings,
Where each city has its private time,
But too late,the morrow soon brings
The sunrise that lays naked the crime.

Forgiveness must always be the rule.
To judge is but the pain of God,
But repentance would cleanse this fool
And the hearts on which she trod.
G W Marshall / 23-Dec-13