Coal-red eyes protruded from your bust
As we swaggered in mock-bravado.
We were afraid of you Charles
And the shadows you cast
From within cast shadows.
Chinese Apple replacing Adam's
And a terry-towelling cap to repel the '02 sun -
Resurrected in '74 -
It was, Charles, a time of rebellion.
Steel-blue Winfields survey the source
Of your pipe-dream...
How you must detest, yet now, that coinage!
And do you see, Charles,
From your self-inflicted throne
(With inscription below)
That it was no pipe-dream?
Perhaps death has cured your blindness.
I Harbour hope, Charles,
With the wisdom I have gained
Since '02
Back in '74,
That you see your feats fulfilled...
And mine forgiven.
I am sitting the patio, the sun is slowly sinking
and Hazel is talking to me. Asking if my coffee
is ok while she gently sips her tea, she talks to
me of her feelings, of the closeness that is there.
Growing in the warm ambience, the pull of two
hearts needing satisfaction. The air is tranquil
and the words soft, there is music on her breath,
haunting , mesmerising to the point of infinity.
Her emotions lie at my feet as she asks of me
“ Will you “ , my answer can only be forever.
And to the dulcet melody my eyes close and
my journey begins. Thank you Hazel.
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Hazel Oconnor
Will you
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