I wonder, by my truth, what thou and I
Did, till we loved; were we not weaned till then,
But ****** on country pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers' den?
'Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be.
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee.

And now good morrow to our waking souls,
Which watch not one another out of fear;
For love, all love of other sights controls,
And makes one little room, an everywhere.
Let sead discoveries to new worlds have gone,
Let maps to others, worlds on worlds have shown,
Let us possess our world; each hath one and is one.

The sound of the toaster; the brewing of coffee hits our nostrils.
The smell was familiar as yesterday.
We turn on the big screen, hearing the news we've heard before.
I tell him I'm going to shower; he replies and follows his pattern.
Checking behind ourselves as if a surprise is somewhere...
I pick up my mahogany folder; he grabs his tool box.
Opening the blinds, only the sunshine will enjoy the day.
We kiss each other good bye.
Off we go, driving north and the other south.
I turn on the radio listening to the same song.  
That's unusual.... not really!  I'll hear it again this evening.

As I commute, a strange feeling held me.
This feeling I tried to ignore.
However, I've been branded as a cow among the masses.
I think to myself, when will the boredom end?
For change comes in a season, but still, it remains the same.
And I wondered does he feel this suicide as well?
Together we are losing a little life each second.
The coldness I could perceive as I twisted the lock on the door.
It welcomes me home with a cackle.
I wash my hands and prepare dinner.
He walks in and picks up the newspaper.
I ask, "how was your day?"
He responds, "Oh, nothing out of the ordinary."
I sigh...I sigh...

The smell of its fragrance
can brighten a day.

The beauty it beholds one
should never betray.

To seek and find seems if
one has found gold.

Knowing this precious flower
will soon grow old

Capture the moment
Make it timeless

For in the darkest hours,
the color shall fade.

The special scent becomes vague.
The face of glory vanquished once portrayed.

Tossed astray whence unforgettable
The beauty of thee impeached from a pedestal.

Crushed as if never exquisite...
Trashed among ruins to exhibit...

A rose is simply a rose.
Why do you claim such beauty?
I suppose...

My resolution an obvious solution
To a problem of unsolved logic
I curse as a lady sailor
All day and half of the next.

Like a bad child whipped
I go punished as a spoiled brat
pouting for it to crumble like cake
But as this year, the same as the last.

Hard headed as the hat of workers
The kink waves as incoming oceans
I should kiss it goodbye
To the promise I never kept.

Ranting as loud as the radio
Skilled as an actress in character
And agents clean filth
As sudsy bubbles flutter about

But the reasoning within my head
Is the lye in a bar of soap

O' lovely night, serene and crisp
Follow the moon full to its lead
Hear the wolves howl for him
The acute wanders in my heart

Send him urgency before I change
From the shreds of breathless borrowed
Shall he grace me gorgeous
His flower of precious burnings

O' lovely night, the stars sparkle brighter
It bellows our song betwixt lyrics spring
As dewy ears repose to a beckoning bloom
There the chanting of soprano whispers

As our sound bound us found
As our sound be loose forever
As we high pitch in desire always

There was a stream of crystal gleam.
He sang the purest song to me.
I often pondered the scenery.
How true could the imagination really be?

I saw us both entwined in a shawl.
There was a special place for a girl and boy.
The chill from the creek sent others Bon voy...
He played the sweetest tune from his toy.

And_

Love kept us warm.
He gave me kisses as he hummed.
The sun hid as if it would storm.
We lounged and watched nature change its form.

There was a stream of crystal gleam.
He sang the purest song to me.
I often pondered the scenery.
How true could the imagination really be?


By Jessica Hughes