Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Lady Constance

She carries herself with the greatest of ease
Right past the tall wreckage fallen by her knees
Watch Heaven's magic when she floats on the breeze
A million men parceled like so many trees

She's the one that's on top, the one with the keys
If you show her your heart expect her to squeeze
Her demeanor is light, so easy to please
Approach her directly and feel your brain freeze

Soaring ever higher without a trapeze
The planet is filled with ladies' jealousies
All poets cull metaphors and similes
Then heave themselves to the bottom of the seas

Birds in the sky are her proper trustees
To get her is beyond male abilities
Thus artful soldiers in all companies
Commit themselves to halls of insanities

The cast of her face is a radiant tease
Of hidden desire no one will appease
Arride wild butterflies and gossamer bees
Only God's angels can see what she sees

Composed in 1996.

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