Impressions

Let’s trust our first Impressions
The artist of the blue
Cognac may burn the startled throat
His state of mind will do
Seasonal suggestions
So many questions for
The avid travelling poet
That the world of today
Does ignore

Death may come on a sunny day
With thoughts of his lady fair
Eyes wide open,staring
He so wants to see her hair
The gloriousness of ebony
Of ruby and of gold
Don’t touch me she once shouted
How dare you try to hold

How much he wants to touch her
For a thousand years he will
Have Been lying in his coffin
Fitted out in chill
His eyes closed tight
His lips so pale
He would give the world to see
That secret soft and whimsical grin
When she sometimes looked at me