Abigail

Abigail, Abigail, keeps haunting me I don’t remember when it started Has to be the first seed of love That planted Abigail in my heart And etched it there for good…. In Martha I saw Abigail, in Ethel In them all I chased Abigail They were good, all of them Flawless, spotless, free from blame Lovable, dependable, transparent…. Yet I kept seeking Abigail With a hallucinatory torment! Did ever my eyes touch her once? In a dream woven with fleeting romance Or her face shone once in the moon And melted as dew drops in the dazed dark! Abigail my perpetual phantom I neither get her nor fathom I age, Abigail is ageless Always there, but beyond embrace!