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 .
