If I were a poet would you await my every word ?
Sing a song for me the sweetest I’ve ever heard ?


Would you awake for ,
boil an egg for ,
In the upper reaches of the night ?
To the tingle of my bell to any given hour.?

If I were a poet a thousand tongues would you egnore ,
just to listen to my words would you explore ..to hear  for my name
behind every open door ?






Would you walk with me ,
dance with me as the waves crash over the shore ,
and the moon falls foul of the sun .
or would you swoon as I embraced you’re tender lips on waves that
broke upon the rocks that one day will take .




There might be other ladies  who wait my Poetry with their soft baited breath .

If my words did not rhyme or call love birds from their nests ,
then would you still rest you’re head on my breast ?

Drink  from my skull in the ruins of my castle
my sweet Aberfa

Those craggy cliffs were never meant for you or I ,
yet you slipped and fell from my castle on high .
the sea one stormy night,
the sea my mistress swollowed whole .

Now I await to dance with you again ,
for every night I stand alone ,
come sea monsters foul and dam the gates to eternity prowl ,
there’s no time now my waiting is done ,
the seas have my body and my new life’s begun .

This Autumn sear to fire lights feary glow shall we dance as winters
come,
and go .