anticipation by Scott Cooper
What Love could be
So patient in the night
This night must long
For your sunrise
The curse of time willies’way
To SEE the light
Dawn, your eyes
Oh this wretched Lark!
Might I send a letter to awaken the day…
Surely that Lark is blind
Like my Love!
Perhaps that bird can’t see her grace?
For every time I close my lashes
Her dawn appears!
SHE must be the Sun;
It’s common knowledge
SHE lights the world.
The wretched night
Must be the devils cause,
That trickster of Love!
But, I will take my protest
To The Creator of All
So my Love’lite,
May I never wait again
And it would be an unselfish cause;
SHE would give light to all nature
And grow them.
Her beauty would rest tired eyes
All the day!
And there, hold her waist, hand by hand
Gazing her soul Evermore…
But, as a painter takes time
To make Good Art
I will patient by night
And sigh until dawn…
I’ll close my eyes
Again and again
envisioned with SHE…
My debt in the morn’
Will tired eyes blink.
What time or thought of her
could ever be waste?
Surely, not one of her
That silly time!!!
And times 100,000 nights
Would I lie awake
To see her, just one moment.
~your poet~
Her Two Cents
What Love could be
Might I send a letter to awaken the day…
SHE lights the world.
May I never wait again
And it would be an unselfish cause;
To make Good Art
envisioned with SHE…
To see her, just one moment.
