Lost Love Poem by Gladden Scribbles

we met again,
at lethe's flowing stream
she wept and sang in pain
like life was just a world of dream
her memories, our halcyon moments
all strewn ashore beside her
reluctant to join the estuarine currents;
she could not believe she have come that far
nor could lethe drown her pain
she made her heart call the past,
the happy hours we played in the rain
she wished she had not breathed her last
to play once more over vales of peace
she feigned a warm smile,
true like the days of our bliss
and my heart recall the isle
the serene scene we saw in spain
she wished there was more
but saw in my eyes, the pain
and my desperations to sit ashore
but she screamed and I was drawn
to the gate between life and death
where I awake in a wintry dawn
depressed at the scenes at lethe's.