Be damned this coat of paint!
speckled in monochromatic grey,
I, at last manning the speaker's podium,
yet I have nothing terribly impressive to say
The promenade moves in time
to a melacholy waltz,
burning and looting of hearts lost in translation, a hesitation,
and yet, no one is at fault
HUSH, HUSH MY SWEET
Thorns on a Macbethian rose,
"fair is foul and foul is fair",
on a Misdummer's Night I rejoiced in love,
unrequited I admit, beggars' beware
Fandango and Django echoing,
the Gypsies on parade,
a funeral durge plays as tortured souls purge,
love once forbade
Standing amidst the luftballoons,
wandering through the blood red streams
of my desolate mind,
forlornly I gaze upon the Widows of Windows forever closed,
as they wait impatiently in Love Labour's line
In the temperate breeze willows do weep
upon the broad shoulders of dawn,
they sway in a sanguine synchronicity,
with the Hissing of late Summer Lawns
As Joni sings a Rhapsody in Blue,
ominuos grey skies do appear,
two hearts once mated to the avant garde,
no on guard, jealously guarding isolated emotions collectively feared
HUSH, HUSH MY SWEET
The frivolous dancing and prancing about,
humming a melody to an orgasmic denial,
a Black Knight in Kings Arthur's Court,
quite aware the very thought of love is on trial
Sharing a strained laughter with supporters
and their lovely daughters, reporters in tow,
as outside the grotto is kissed
by first blush of Smilla's Sense of Snow
Perhaps but for one moment in time,
chance did indeed take a dare,
yet, fate is now as indistinguishable as the scent of jasmine
in the frosty winter air
Thank you for that wonderful memory,
the gaiety and laughter in small cafes, names now obscure,
it seems time reduces passion to a trifle
of its once lustful allure
Ah, but tis life,
love being a most dangerous sport,
"Should olde aquaintance be forgot?",
excuse me while I raise a cup of vintage port
A toast then!
To lovers and love wherever they remain,
to languid laughter and paralyzing pain,
A toast to you and I,
a river that once ran so impossibly deep,
and to a river that eventually ran dry,
please, please do not cry,
HUSH, HUSH MY SWEET