Water GypsyA Poem by Michael G. SmithDaydreaming about loveI Above is the fireball moon Below my heart sinks A wee lad trap’d betwixt Wisdom and passions brink Upon the cusp of Manhood and adolescence Loveless long sighs Merely yearning with muse My faithful companions Far fetched tales and lies Until the Lady in the loch Amidst moonlight does dance Overlooking rill placid I fall in love with a Water Gypsy fast And succumb to deep sleep When she makes her first pass
II Ye cannot see her Crown’d pink, lilies atop her head O’ but I can, I can Eyes clear as the water pass bends Cloud fill’d baskets in each hand Ye cannot hear her Sweet giggle whispers sprinkl’d ever so lightly O’ but I can, I can Sounds wash’d against sparkling stones Her jewel’d toes alive in turquoise sands Ye cannot feel her sunlit hair tease In breezes whip as wet lip kisses O’ but I can, I can As her skin swan plumes of pleasure pleases and… O’ I need her, how I need her So real evermore to be Than just some silly river reflecting dreams As an apparition of love Never quite belonging to me
III And when I awake Along the rivulet break It’s to all the mass fishes An audience laughing At my own expense Toasting to my youthful vagaries And yet the gratefulness is… To my folly be, 'tis my only pence © 2017 Michael G. SmithReviews
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