Troubadors sing their hearts out
Surround me evermore.
Spirits caught in castled ruins.
Frangipani wait to hark.
Poppy dogs with sheepish eyes
lost in the dark.
Happy as Larry in Lincolnshire fayres.
Dragons Tooth flowering late.
Ordinariness dressed in leitmotifs,
starts to fade

Pale riders ride
upon the crest of a wave,
favoring chance that
happenstances along the way.
Screeching wheels of endeavor
proclaims the day.
They pronounce on a hum
the daily turn of the day.

Pale daughters
don't follow their father's orders
or wash behind their ears
laved in white light
they sport a smile when  necessary
compelled by an accidental mischief
detentions of exclusion
rendered in the shade
They wouldn't go dancing on the almost air

You curl around me like a spring.
A Lighting lead,
no words to express.
Opulent blue-eyed
come on down to my place?
don't be fancy
I try to agree,
furtive as ever
all I want is to cry?

Excuse me for the comparison
but your fractions  are looking jaded
Was your teacher a bully
who thought you a dunce
There's nothing to grow old for?
Have you ever shadowed the Sun?
And now you're not so decisive
Life is not so rosy
I tell you what is in store
There's nothing but the grim reaper
and your Mother was a harpy
and the folly is the end of the rainbow

Under open skies,
there are no lies
looking forward not showing
you robbed what was mine forever.
Where you ever over curious,
that made you weak.
You say you are unique
but I've seen the self-pity,
chase the sun
that brought us together.

When  your French teacher
threatens to speak French only
by week three
you know your own
a losing wicket
Goodbye friendliness
and a gentle flow
No humor,
No franglais.
Floats like a hurdle,
stings like a bumblebee,
in a now tangled web.