Faith on my PillowA Poem by Little_bill
And it came to pass that in a
dream, Faith did appear to me demanding to know the truth. But I said Faith, I just ain't ready. She sat down on my duvet, I saw her halo I heard her sigh she said, tell me Bill, am I real ? I said Faith, that’s a toughie, many say you are but some would disagree and as for me ? Well, I’m not too sure. You’re not helping Bill, she said and fixed me with a stare that in other circumstances I'd have facetiously referred to as ‘almost biblical’. I dared sit up in her presence. She surprised me by leaning over and fluffing up my pillows and I caught the faintest whiff of perfume- the scent of cinnamon in spring, a beach breeze in summer, she smelt of snow, toffee apples and candy floss orchards, opera, fairy tales and fairgrounds and when I saw she was beautiful I took her into my bed where she beguiled me like no other, 'till I cried her name and after, she stroked my face and my grateful, clumsy fingers gripped her hair, She said, each man is a door, Bill for each door there’s a key " in this aftermath I am real for you but the dawn will set you free....... I smiled, tenderly kissed her cheek, I said, Faith, that’s a great line " do you mind if I use it in a poem ? © 2010 Little_bill |
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Added on May 22, 2010 Last Updated on May 22, 2010 |