To All the Chicks Who Help This Hen With His Pen
AN UNFORGETTABLE EVE WHEN THE WIND OPTED TO BLOW
SNOW
Saturday sought snow and became a shawl for the entire northeast
but for me it was heaven sent
The lights from the lounge reflected off the white wide world
And the evening’s festivities were akin to feathers blessed by flight
It was the final tune of that night
A night astoundingly bright
And then she mystically appeared,
that evening’s gift to me
But no, ’twas music and dance meant not to be
For the band was on their symphonic way, but one woman and twelve young men
And I did not inquire as to how she could touch me once again
So you see,
As seasons do disparate deeds and April slays the snow………………
By the time the ice and snow were done
I ended up the most sorrowful one
Hours devoured days since I hoped to hold her hand to dance
Alas when dreamed did I of her
By what name wouldst she be summoned forth
Thusly I gave her many names
All mellifluent
All melodic
All floral
All names that claimed a soul serene
Each day I’d wonder why I lost that which would sustain me alone
No food, no drink, but ever do not wrench us two apart
I knew not the trail to her abode,
on a street blessed by her presence
No way to see that sight of light and brightness for me to behold
The next week I was calling Saturday sadder day
Yet and still a friend coaxed me into going where I had found the first sight
the virgin image of a lady who was the embodiment of love made mystic by the music’s end
Someone opened the door to the lounge
As a juke box was playing some kind of classical composition mixed with jazz
My eyes scanned the room that she might as I had, come there
but for to meet me
And yes, there she was, and smiled sensually as she drew nigh
With eyes that rivaled the bluest cerulean blue sky
We both agreed that the whole week had been a master with no heart
And still, for years we’ve danced to music that gave our love its most romantic start © 2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!
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