No silent kisses for me
No perpetual dismay here
This void is filled with mesmerism
Of mature beliefs and warmth of the winter sun
I love sunshine, today
The silly shadow art that we make
I love the kiss on the forehead
Because this is mesmerism
And because its a wonderful world
So again, no perpetual dismay
As now is the time
To paint the white roses red,
Just how Alice suggests
To be the love more than I can take
And to flash the familiar, buoyant smile
Beneath this gorgeous white crust
Erasing all the ugly things said
And the thick dark rust.
______
No perpetual dismay here
This void is filled with mesmerism
Of mature beliefs and warmth of the winter sun
I love sunshine, today
The silly shadow art that we make
I love the kiss on the forehead
Because this is mesmerism
And because its a wonderful world
So again, no perpetual dismay
As now is the time
To paint the white roses red,
Just how Alice suggests
To be the love more than I can take
And to flash the familiar, buoyant smile
Beneath this gorgeous white crust
Erasing all the ugly things said
And the thick dark rust.
______
I love sunshine today are such magical words!
ReplyDeleteMercury is dipping incessantly here. Sunshine is the only rescuer...of course heaters are too. :D
DeleteGood wordplay in your poem ... loved it :)
ReplyDeleteThat is so kind of you. :)
DeleteIt's an elegant poem.
ReplyDeleteLoved the lines, "As now is the time, To paint the white roses red".
They have a certain something which came out very nicely!
Cheers!
Real life inspirations do have this sweet impeccable charm.
DeleteThank you so much sweetheart! :)