Let\u2019s trust our first Impressions
\nThe artist of the blue
\nCognac may burn the startled throat
\nHis state of mind will do
\nSeasonal suggestions
\nSo many questions for
\nThe avid travelling poet
\nThat the world of today
\nDoes ignore<\/p>\n
Death may come on a sunny day
\nWith thoughts of his lady fair
\nEyes wide open,staring
\nHe so wants to see her hair
\nThe gloriousness of ebony
\nOf ruby and of gold
\nDon\u2019t touch me she once shouted
\nHow dare you try to hold <\/p>\n
How much he wants to touch her
\nFor a thousand years he will
\nHave Been lying in his coffin
\nFitted out in chill
\nHis eyes closed tight
\nHis lips so pale
\nHe would give the world to see
\nThat secret soft and whimsical grin
\nWhen she sometimes looked at me <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Let\u2019s 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 … Continue reading