Sworn Unto a Seraphim
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TO A SPIRIT SWORN
There I was in a diner dining quite alone
I recall a blond waitress whose’ name was Joan
I was sitting there un-tidy, un-happy and un-couth
And suddenly aside me sat a spirit who promised to bring me back to my youth
And then I discovered she was more than a spirit but genuinely real
Everything she did was done with precision and unbridled zeal
Everyone knew she’d been born especially to tether me down
And somewhere I have a beautiful picture of her in a teal taffeta gown
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I giggled the way a child does because youth was now hers and mine
The girl I met in that diner where the two of us chose to dine
Joan kept asking the lady if she wanted some cherry pie
As I dreamed of my spirit together forever flying high
Her eyes glowed to shame the stars that we would share at night
She’d say silly things about those stars such as “I own the stars on the left and you own the
right”
She danced like a daisy in a tropical breeze as sensually as any ’d seen in quite a spell
And the feeling we felt inside when we would kiss only Aphrodite could tell
Occasionally I’ll walk out of my way to find the diner where we met
But what street or corner it was on I truly now forget
How could the sight of a seraphim at my side be relegated to the past
The reason why is obvious that my forever flew away too fast
No one knew she was leaving or how long she’d be away
And on my knees I’d beseech my God please just let her stay
I pondered the reason she’d left me the way she did and why
Until I saw her note that read “you are young again and now someone else needs me to fly”
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