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Morgan Fey Poem
He busses tables at the local coffee shop
where midnight poets pour there heart
out to the crowd of starved souls.
Hypnotizing them into metaphors and similies
and city singers cling to their
microphones calling out to the world
putting them in a trance between each verse.
A young woman enters the cafe
for her mid evening cup of tea.
Squeezing through the tiny spaces
between tables, slidding past the audience.
Finding her seat at the back of the house solitary.
The bus boy taking orders and watching
like a raven on the hunt.
Spiralling around tables and twisting through crowds.
His smooth movements like
an art for all to see.
He always watched her, but she never saw.
Every silent shudder,
quiet quirk and every other gesture.
She was a Goddess, something pure.
Like the fresh spring raindrops that
small children catch on their tongues,or
brisk morning air inhaled over a cup of coffee.
She smelled of the sunsets and lillies.
But it was pointless to him,
when would he ever get his chance
to infuse his senses
with the fragrance.
She an upper class American and him
well, he's a bus boy that was invisble to her,
below her social status, just plain out of her league
Copyright © Morgan Fey | Year Posted 2005
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Morgan Fey Poem
She hides behind her smudged onyx eye liner,
Lifting her fading, azure eyes off the paper every
so often to glance at his picture.
How she missed him so...constantly thinking of him,
but relying on the photo to brand his face in her memories.
Her journal becoming the closest thing to comfort.
Drowning herself in the pages, ink blotches on her hands.
She carelessly jotted down his name...
she must have done so 1,000 times before.
Not realizing what she was doing she
gazed at the paper going deeper into thought.
Summer days fade to summer nights
as her heart silently whispers his name to the wind.
The syllables slipping from her tongue like second nature.
The stars lit in scattered confusion
as the search for a distant constellation piques her interest.
Her mind drawn away for the mere moment
only to be lured in again as the stars roughly outline his face.
A tear brought to her eye with the reflection of
the moon shining dimmer than usual, or so it seemed.
Her silhouette standing in the afterglow ,
as she dots-and-lines a few more thoughts in the binding of paper.
Someday soon their paths will collide again.
Filling the air with friendly hellos and
hushed confession of love.
But until that moment is placed before her
she sinks into the paper pad,
losing herself between the letters of his name.
Copyright © Morgan Fey | Year Posted 2005
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