Cupid never pulled her bow
and if she did she missed by a mile
but lie not must I
because the banshees howl your essence
in disgruntle and far from fragrant maelstrom
and day and night even the streets tars your name
so that at vesper
a benediction I sing for you
and at chapel reverie
my thoughts grace atonement
full of pity for lost souls and those yet to find
seekers and searchers in Dante's Never-land
I can but feel to blame
in coming to my distant winter oasis
the Southern light did follow in visceral disquiet
and in offending gust blew away the veil you wore
and gazes turned in searchlights ripping boded hues
your prime and testaments laid out to feed vultures
leaving you to dance all your dances to a thousand eyes
four decades and a little more
you walked your court as you wished
your guests your laws your  Appain way
Never in the Town Square
So in my undimmable flares
eyes and tongues are to be your uninvited guests
in them you lay your stalls with your wares in view
so its with pity my memories takes
Alas, not of cupid's lark or roses whiffs
a marionette parading with stories for all  
in spotlight
forsooth, tis known in dimmer light and closed curtains
some plays enact better far from seen
Tis my regret you walked in to walk out to all and sudry
which is never you
for you do not like to walk bare-feet in the rain..........