Atop the blanched plume of a pampas grass stem,
Overlooking a sea of white daisies
Stretching out to the edge of a wild flower lea
Where the forget-me-not bumblebee lazes,
Is the grandiose house of the butterfly king
Filled with treasures and precious excesses,
With a bright yellow spire built from pollen ball bricks
Home to three rather lovely princesses.

The fairest of all in that field and beyond
Their beauty was famed and fought over
By the slow sliding slug sheiks of blackberry nook
And the ladybird lords camped in clover.
Each one with wide eyes firmly fixed on a prize
That made shy spiders scurry and scutter,
To see those red painted yet delicate wings
Underneath sun kissed skies gently flutter.

Lovesick and besotted with hearts beating fast
Each suitor petitioned for marriage,
To win for themselves a sweet butterfly bride
To parade in a crab apple carriage.
But the majestic monarch alongside his queen,
Both filled with parental devotion,
Wished for their three daughters to choose for themselves
And would not entertain such a notion.

The last ship set sail after midnight
I watched as it drifted from view,
Lost dreams silhouetted in moonlight,
Crushed hopes of a life spent with you.

The wind billowed canvas bears westward,
The rudder steers steady and true,
Far o'er the sea ever onward,
How I longed for our sweet rendezvous.

Just a speck on the distant horizon
Carrying heartache from bow to the stern,
I missed the last ship after midnight,
A ship that shall never return.

I watched the most exquisite bloom,
An object for admiring eyes,
Glide gracefully into the room
And sail upon a sea of sighs.

Resplendent in a satin gown
That matched her long cascading hair,
Rich auburn curls that trickled down
Soft flawless skin her dress laid bare.

Her beauty sparkled like a star
And stole the gaze and sideways glance
Of every man, both near and far,
Transfixed by her pure elegance.

A vision truly to behold
Of ravishing seductive style,
If only she would be so bold
To look up and return a smile.

The people bore their leader home,

His body now an empty shell,

A clotted mess of blood and loam

From off the field on which he fell.



The day was won but at a cost

That countered victory and reward,

A mighty warrior chieftain lost,

Slain by the stroke of a swinging sword.



Raised up upon his shield of oak

With leather straps and a silver boss,

His corpse draped over with a cloak

To hide the object of their loss.



Those battle scarred and weary few

Processed their sorrow shoulder high,

A sombre column two by two

Beneath a fading twilight sky.



With heavy hearts and heavier feet

They traversed over open ground,

Through swathes of gently swaying wheat

To where their village could be found.



And there amidst those mud daubed walls

Formed into houses round and thatched,

They entered to the anguished calls

Of women as their children watched.



The cries of both the young and old

Rang out as one despairing chime,

To see their man once brave and bold

Cut down too soon before his time.



While dropping down onto her knees,

The weight of grief too much to bear,

The chieftain's love in the night breeze

Knelt silent with a vacant stare.

She kissed me ever so tenderly
Upon the lips then said to me,
Last night before I went to sleep
I thought I heard the angels weep.
Not one, but many choral moans
Of beings other than our own
Reverberated around the room,
Yet somehow lost within the gloom.
I could not see them but I knew
Their hearts were broken, split in two,
And why they cried I cannot say,
They simply cried till break of day.
And then no more,
No more was lent,
Their sobbing ceased and quickly went.
I wonder if tonight shall bring
That same angelic lamenting?

Rest now that sweet delightful head
Upon the ***** of your bed,
Shut tight those eyes and drift away
On dreams of unreality.
And let the sandman take your hand,
A guide through this your slumberland,
Where all you've ever wished for rides
The wave crests of ethereal tides.

I dare not tell her, dare not say
I watch her almost every day,
She stole my heart and does not know
How much I truly love her so.

Behind the safety of the glass,
The window that she rushes past,
I'm always careful not to stir
The curtains hiding me from her.

I ****** a glance or maybe two
As quickly she glides into view,
My hands grow clammy just to see
My one true love in front of me.

My heart beats faster as my eyes
Dance on her midriff and her thighs,
I take a breath and exhale loud,
It fogs the glass in a hot cloud.

Such joy is the imagined bliss
Of just one moment, just one kiss,
To hold her firmly in my arms,
Unable to resist my charms.

To touch her, smell her, make her mine,
Sends sublime shivers down my spine,
I know she'd love me just the same
If only she could know my name.

I'll make her understand my love,
This angel sent from up above,
Perhaps tomorrow I'll say hi
When once again she races by.