Uncle_Ed
04-28-2006, 12:36 AM
FOUR PLAY
I am forewarned that you have spread your net for me.
Have you reached down the moon and set it in fine filigree?
Before God and this gathering will you pledge your love for me?
For God, love, moon and word are worth more than gold to me.
Would you dance the seven-veiled dance for me?
Would you dress in catsuit-lift your tail for me?
Would you be gypsy queen dirt and sweat for me?
Would you be coy French Maid in black skirt for me?
With your Father’s blessing he gave your hand for me.
For mine I got down on one knee by a glittering sea
Behind the clock tower then the days of our lives are as one
And the tree of life spreads out its boughs over what we have become.
We made a home then together for you and me
And adopted a cat to keep us both company.
We have taught this cat love and fidelity
Which she shares with us both but not quite equally.
A odd birth for this poem. I was asked to write a love poem for St. Valentines day a few years back. I awoke at 3 in the morning with this fully formed in my head. As I keep pen and paper by my bed I wrote it down-exactly as you see it here. Where did it come from?
I am forewarned that you have spread your net for me.
Have you reached down the moon and set it in fine filigree?
Before God and this gathering will you pledge your love for me?
For God, love, moon and word are worth more than gold to me.
Would you dance the seven-veiled dance for me?
Would you dress in catsuit-lift your tail for me?
Would you be gypsy queen dirt and sweat for me?
Would you be coy French Maid in black skirt for me?
With your Father’s blessing he gave your hand for me.
For mine I got down on one knee by a glittering sea
Behind the clock tower then the days of our lives are as one
And the tree of life spreads out its boughs over what we have become.
We made a home then together for you and me
And adopted a cat to keep us both company.
We have taught this cat love and fidelity
Which she shares with us both but not quite equally.
A odd birth for this poem. I was asked to write a love poem for St. Valentines day a few years back. I awoke at 3 in the morning with this fully formed in my head. As I keep pen and paper by my bed I wrote it down-exactly as you see it here. Where did it come from?