“You Naughty Bard”
Why couldn’t
it be
So clever
with that elegant tongue
Or shall
I wait to two and forty?
A song
that hasn’t been sung.
Reaching
into the letters of the ages.
Sad past
reflections whispering of their time.
Oh, how I
want you, not between the pages.
Standing
before me; tall, strong of mind.
Take the
reigns and row the oars
I’ll
chart an adventure
Perhaps
walking on chilly sandy shores,
The paths
- hidden, never clear
Your
blank verse and love of puns and metaphor,
Rocks and
shakes me, wanting more.
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