Saturday, May 10, 2008


The haunting vision of her lovely face
Quietly disturbs my dreaming hours
Through dappled light and fragrant flowers
Upsets my equilibrium in time and space.

As life goes by at fast and furious pace
She works her gentle sweet seductive powers
To tempt me with the lure of scented bowers
And touch me soft in every secret place.

This dream I dream must be resolved for me
To catch the nymph and somehow hold her fast
A cage I’ll craft from love and silken thread
Hide her away where no one else can see.

Some magic spells of hope for her I’ll cast
To work a miracle by Cupid’s arrow sped.

Ian Jones, Clifton. ©

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