Beverly
by Bob Stradder
Out beneath the stars at night, alone with a memory. I walk the streets in sorrows plight and dream of Beverly.
I sift the sands of yesterday to delve until I see a poignant moment from the past of days with Beverly.
Her loving eyes a private earthly paradise; the moment passes my cup is dry and I am once again alone. A single tear slips from my eye, and as I walk my lonely path the wind whispers Beverly.