(A missive to the "Thursday Guy")

Pause, I tight my eyelid,

there your face again,

Lovely and winning.

Suddenly Interfered my mind,

Thereupon rested and died.

I can no longer pick you up,

In an opening w/c is abounding

Abounded by the thoughts of you

My mind, I was speaking (of).

On the Ascension Day, Maundy and Holy alike,

I am smiling deepest and ceasing the time.

I held on for you, I stared then,

(though your eyes are daft),

Foolish, Crazy, even though I was,

every hour.

Oldness has gone, I flew.

Withal,

You are still a beauty even in fancy

In truth,

I cleave solely in your memory.

Your hair, dawning from your eyes

Succored the threshold of my fantasy.

I intend to whisper a truth

Some words that will embody my longing

I don't want you to, all but dwell on my fancy

But to breathe with me in solidity.

Please, once again, I want to gain a stare.

-C.