08-01-2013, 06:02 AM
The truck’s dancing train of fallen orange pieces
discarded from their sleepy Mother trees,
gold and sun splashed in a storm of spiral forms,
urged him on through the crisp autumn breeze.
The small yellow house stared at him blankly,
his faint heart mustered for a coming Rubicon;
raising his fist he then hesitantly offered
a plea for love when all hope seemed gone.
Somehow they stepped into a sudden embrace,
despite her canine companions reproof;
dazed his head attempted to make sense,
though his heart in secret gloried in truth.
In harmony they wept for their lost loves and old shadows,
then went filling the void in her once lonely tread;
in a moss-crusted Church they lit two warming candles,
small lights to set sail through their oceans of dread.
She linked his arm under interlocking branches,
in a wood that leant over her river of despair,
all then forgotten amidst nature’s apparent knowing,
of lost eyes seeking for their seeds of repair.
Amid Italian dishes and a red reckless wine,
They stared like cats into each other’s bright eyes;
then running from the scene of their first hungry kiss,
they entered fine shelter from the dark fluid skies.
Accompanied in cool twilight by a golden baritone
they sipped and spoke in lost treasure phrases;
many hours died before they ventured to bed,
that nest of respite and soft secret places.
Unveiled she paused at the foot of the bed,
bestowing an image distilled from pure beauty;
An imprint that will sit on the altar of his soul,
forever radiating through his wastes of infinity.
They lay together in a tangle of need,
like beggars clutching at a mountain of scraps;
chins and lips become sore from such plenty,
a rehearsal for those other more sensual traps.
From a confusion of sheets and a small slice of sleep,
Sad cards were dealt with fate's mischievous intent;
bemused he returned to that kingdom of lost love,
soused in a marinade of her signature scent.
In the guise of a fool he then squandered three days,
His love he had imprisoned with a cerebral chain;
at last his heart burst free from those idiot bonds,
So he surrendered and feasted on wonder again.
Thank you Heslopian.
discarded from their sleepy Mother trees,
gold and sun splashed in a storm of spiral forms,
urged him on through the crisp autumn breeze.
The small yellow house stared at him blankly,
his faint heart mustered for a coming Rubicon;
raising his fist he then hesitantly offered
a plea for love when all hope seemed gone.
Somehow they stepped into a sudden embrace,
despite her canine companions reproof;
dazed his head attempted to make sense,
though his heart in secret gloried in truth.
In harmony they wept for their lost loves and old shadows,
then went filling the void in her once lonely tread;
in a moss-crusted Church they lit two warming candles,
small lights to set sail through their oceans of dread.
She linked his arm under interlocking branches,
in a wood that leant over her river of despair,
all then forgotten amidst nature’s apparent knowing,
of lost eyes seeking for their seeds of repair.
Amid Italian dishes and a red reckless wine,
They stared like cats into each other’s bright eyes;
then running from the scene of their first hungry kiss,
they entered fine shelter from the dark fluid skies.
Accompanied in cool twilight by a golden baritone
they sipped and spoke in lost treasure phrases;
many hours died before they ventured to bed,
that nest of respite and soft secret places.
Unveiled she paused at the foot of the bed,
bestowing an image distilled from pure beauty;
An imprint that will sit on the altar of his soul,
forever radiating through his wastes of infinity.
They lay together in a tangle of need,
like beggars clutching at a mountain of scraps;
chins and lips become sore from such plenty,
a rehearsal for those other more sensual traps.
From a confusion of sheets and a small slice of sleep,
Sad cards were dealt with fate's mischievous intent;
bemused he returned to that kingdom of lost love,
soused in a marinade of her signature scent.
In the guise of a fool he then squandered three days,
His love he had imprisoned with a cerebral chain;
at last his heart burst free from those idiot bonds,
So he surrendered and feasted on wonder again.
Thank you Heslopian.