Nevermore

Fingers entwined, they walk the roads,

Their roads, their paths, their secret windows. 

Nothing trembles, there are no chills;
A pleasant, warm sun shines through.

In a town, where rains are rare,
A calm sun shines all through the day.
No winds that blow away the dust,
That settles in the yellowing dog-eared books.

They sit together, and eat, and talk,
They walk together, like hands of a clock.
Nothing to keep them apart, not them.
Just time, each day, perhaps.

He watches her go, he watches her work,
He watches her smile, an infrequent perk.
She leaves on his arm, full glory of the Sun,
Steals glances at the sky, won't no cloud come?

Another day, a bright sun, and no rain.
An empty dance floor, she sighs once again.
Lonely, she knows, he won't make it.
And finds his arm, outstretched, waiting.

"One dance?" he asks, and smiles and waits,
"One dance", she thinks, and hesitates.
Brown eyes, so warm, and yet so cold.
She takes his hand, and off she goes.

In a blink of an eye, one turned to many,
They danced, and laughed, and drank a-plenty.
He was no where to be seen, but he'd always been there.
The clouds dark and heavy; somehow, she didn't care.

The storm that started then, dead pages did resurrect,
Fingers and souls, turned and twisted, together, perfect.
The clink of her ring was drowned in the sounds,
Of the patter of the rain drops, against broken breaths.

The cold winds blowing everything together,
The dark wet night, the sudden change of the weather.
The careless laughs, the uninhibited frenzy.
The unknown emotions, intoxication, the ecstasy.

When the clouds cleared, she knew she had to leave.
He knew she'd go back to him, no point in any plea.
There were no words, no promises, no need for any.
Forever the memories, forever the fervor, and yet, nevermore.