a Cinqopet
Let there be light out of the dark
to dazzle the eyes like a spark,
stripteasing six flavors of quark,
delighting the sense of sight
with the artistry of light.
It is but a dream. I have known
darkness that chills down to the bone,
a cold that time has only grown~
if there is light let me see,
if there is light set me free!
A voice softly speaks a whisper,
then another more sinister,
a soul fight for this lost sister~
a fight to dispell the night
and to give the blind one sight!
The darkness has been pulled away
and beauty now illumes each day,
at night the bright starlight holds sway,
casting shadows from corners,
sealing the mouths of scorners.
The beauty in darkness is this,
you may find the light if you wish,
just throw out the bad with a swish
of the hem of your garment,
stars will be your betrothment
as light overcomes darkness!
If I hand thee a rose
would you smile from beneath your bonnet?
If I played thee a song
would you sing me a sweet sonnet?
If I touched your hair softly
would you blush and turn away?
If I started to leave
would you ask me to stay?
If I took your hand in mine
would you hold on for a moment?
If I ask thee to marry
would you accept the betrothment?
If I laid down beside you
would you welcome my love?
If I were father to your child
would you thank the gods from above?
If I passed from this world
would you mourn me for the rest of your days?
If I called to thee from beyond the stars
would you walk with me forever and always?
© Copyright Charles Hampton Gragg March 2014
Every week day, same time, same bus, he is there, and I’m careful not to stare
But I can’t take my eyes off his curly shoulder length hair, hopelessly wondering
A face not popularly handsome, but such kind bluey- green eyes, deeper than the ocean
Tall, not slender and a quirky style of dress, not to impress. He kept me curiously wondering
Briefcase, serious and tanned, but scraggy like a boxers face, taken from place to place
Manicured hands with no adornment, no subtle signs of betrothment, I smiled hopefully wondering
Today he caught me in my stare, my face flushed pink, I look away I couldn’t think
But I saw his smile and for that short while my heart skipped a beat, as I sat motionlessly wondering
The bus had halted, where we both alight, my mind was racing as I caught sight
Standing on the kerbside, holding out his hand to me, I reached out breathlessly wondering
Hand held firm but gentle, and like cheshire cats smiling, arrayment of colours so beguiling
‘Have you time for a coffee’ I heard him say, my reply what a perfect day, still wondrously wondering
sdited version, hope it's right this time
Hey ho
sweet maiden
prithee tarry-
lack-a -day,anon we
marry
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