Sunday, May 13, 2012

The Notes I Sought

Four notes did you pass along to me then,
And in time I have kept them. Often when
No one else was about to see my sight
I took them from the bottle to the right;
For it would appear to them a ghastly
Sight of evil spirits, and quite nasty.
Thus would I look into the past that's nigh,
Through your handwriting I then could espy
Some piece of the love that had then been drawn,
Much like a painting, or the break of dawn. 
But long ago the picture was finished,
And for it's glory days I would have fished
For a thousand years or more and a week!
Those notes were all I had of you to seek...

                                   The Notes I Sought, (c) Luke Bennette, May 2012

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