Derelicts

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Title:     Derelicts
Author: Thomas S. Jones [More Titles by Jones]

A year, a year, and then to miss
That which was all in all for aye;
O Love as fleeting as your kiss,
O Love forever and a day,
To this.

How such a change in one short year,
I cannot, cannot understand;
Oh, why to cast upon Love's bier,
Whose name was written in the sand,
This tear?

Why, when the fields were red with May
When you and I together swore;
Is May so very far away,
Was all so different then, before
Today?

And did the gods above then smile
When we believed that love would last,
Counting its heart-beats on the dial
Of hours that have too soon slipped past,
The while.

Two boats upon a sea of glass--
A little strength, a little trust;
Yet let the hand of Fate but pass,
Could they withstand the storm-cloud's gust,
Alas!

So, though not knowing, yet must I
Forget one day and feel no more
Your love, which dreamed not e'er to die.
Thank God for that--I close my door.
Good-bye.

[The end]
Thomas S. Jones's poem: Derelicts

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