THINKING OF YOU
When night's black curtain starts to fall and darkness wraps around me,
When mist is rising at river's edge and fears and doubts confound me,
I will not think of you then;
I do not think of you.
When winter's rage hurls up a storm with winds that will not rest,
And rains that never seem to cease, my sanity will test,
I will not think of you then;
I do not think of you.
When voices rant and rail at me and tear the peace asunder,
Until my senses tremble and die and I feel I shall go under,
I will not think of you then;
I do not think of you.
But when a glancing beam of sun is captured in a glass of wine,
When music on a summer's eve reminds me then of love once mine;
I will think of you then;
I do think of you.
Christine Masson, Sevenoaks, Kent