Monday, February 1, 2010

To Verlaine

Past chances, what you want?
The chilled air grieves in mordant tones
And the sun darts down in monotone
Over orange woods where wind intones.

We were one and one in dreams vibrant
Just us, hair and thoughts blown.
So sudden her eyes at me did enchant:
"What's the greatest day you've ever known?"

Her voice twinkling angelic,
And as suiter, I gave my answer discreet
With a kiss on her white hand.

Woah! The first buds spring finest
And the next sounds I just can't stand
Of first yeses without rest.

1 comment:

  1. Nice poem, love the line "What's the greatest day you've ever known?"