Groaning, the couch heaves a sigh with me
“I am the Lilly of the valleys” says her maiden
not anymore could she be so fond.
A bond breaks in an hour, but we are too late to catch it.
I loose the flower of the hour
I loose a thorn and then am gone.
I walk along with swords wiped free of blood
and make my way to pass the battle
without swinging my sword.
She sees a new light in the empty hall
she tries to knot her hair that thins and starts to gray
she sits and waits for sunrise in the middle of the day.
Galleons, fight at the gallows!
We are all allegianed and armed till God parts us!
Come, if you be at all men.
She held her head beside your eyes
and that she can see is your departure
she is lonely while in your worn-down company.
“I do not loose faith each passing day”
I assert this fact quite loosely, but substantially enough.
“I gain hope-I hope-I hope”
Your hands are lovely, he says, as he inspects them.
Smile for me again and I’l make no argument
but bask in love’s cool wine.
Copyright 2013 Golden Star Poetry
P.S-Passover ends at sundown today!!!!! WHOOPEE!!! BREAD AND CAKES HERE I COME!!!!!!!!!!