A little sick soldier floated into my ear today.
He loudly exclaimed he was here to stay.
Over tea we discussed merry things,
Like rooibos tea, poppies,
And the smell of honey on a pretty girls lonely lips.
We both cringed.
We both sighed and laughed
With wicket intensity
That held my soul
Into unconditional surrender.
For after all, I survived these
Battle scars and sleepless memories.
Tag: laughed
Fond of a Maiden (day 1101)
When wanderers showed me another decision,
A lane up ahead lifted options adieu.
Where once was a path littered with madness unforgiven,
Turned swiftly to a road which lost was a given.
Down, through, and past ghouls where I roamed
A length I did witness had I hardly been borne.
Beyond intents, beyond deliberation
I was lost in a path for forever ambition.
Launched into desires like a reflection upon me
I shared all I had with a widow of seven.
She laughed at my folly through havens and glens
That caused me much heartache of which I’m still shaken.
I was laughing at the tragedy I’d been witness,
In all of my givens I was never victim,
Save only of dreaming eternal desires.
Here was my folly; deeper than madness,
Here was the road I had swiftly been given.
To which [luckily] my stars had been lifted to heaven
Aloud as I lay beneath all these twilights.
Then at once – without warning –
As I kissed my last maiden goodbye
I witnessed what I had openly given.
Shared with my gallantry: a picnic in the glen,
A light long been forsaken.
Here I was dined like a royal brandy-wine
A Mister to a noblette, a guru to affect.
Like my littered path of madness unforgiven,
I was handed a chance of a rosy countenance.
Here I was left as if struck by forever,
Struck daft by the eyes of life’s fairer.
So out of my lands I had mended and mined,
Through wild abandon chalked plenty with lust.
I found I had seen what’s never forgotten.
Here I was. Here I decided. And here
I lept at the chance to grow fond of a maiden.
Remember (day 345)
Remember the times when we laughed out as kids?
The sweet songs would hold us, and spin us around
Our toes that tucked under the sand
The sun that beat down as we washed out the day
On our backs in the sun kissed hay
Remember the movies we would catch Friday nights?
We’d close our eyes as we ignored the previews
Annoyed at being shown the future holds more
Anxious for the feature that held the score
We’d hold hands and relax, just as we always did
Remember the music we’d look for and find?
Days spent searching for that perfect line
We’d spend hours in that old music store
Waiting for the cheap deals we knew we could score
You’d look up with excited eyes and we’d both smile
Do you remember dear, where our time has gone?
Where the days have turned to years
And our ways have turned to patterns
Tomorrow lets do something new, unprecedented
Let’s make the story longer, let’s laugh again