On a spiritual hold
Borne of believers
By traditional bold,
Be of meagre ethics
Held mystic of old,
Suggests invocation,
Said for nonbeliever
Be an offer of thanks,
In words that declare
An ever sober prayer…
Hence has us wonder
If sufficient be there,
Despite mans despair
For life giving water,
And breathable air!
He’d find declare
The need to share
A sense of egress,
Tho rather late
Surrenders regrets,
One might describe
Feeling less than alive,
Till fortuitous fate
Sent an enchantress,
Who’d untangle a state
Of life less than blessed!
Give me love
Just a little,
Till you know
I won’t loose it,
Take your time
While you muse,
Shall we dance…
Tell me when,
Be your feeling
To declare,
That you care,
In the interim
Shall we dance…
I’ll be there,
If you choose,
To embrace,
We can share
What you feel,
For the while
Shall we dance…
When propitious
For love’s season,
Be fates chance
Held be reason,
Love means stay
Beyond grey,
Take my love
For we shall dance!
Poetry on a canapé 