Trois sur l'heure

(Three on the Hour)

Princess
Won't you come and play?
Down in the fields with your loyal slave.

Darling,
won't you sit with me?
At a silent table, sipping tea.

Lover
won't you lie with me?
In a bed of roses just for thee.

Sweetheart
won't you fly with me
into the night and over the sea?

Angel
may I hold you high?
Compare you to the summer sky?

Sugar
may I dress you bold
in gowns of silver and beads of gold?

Honey
may I bind you fast?
Keep you safe in a stone lined cell?

Forever
Can I ask that of you?
A promise sealed with a single word.

Always
Is that too long a time
to speak to you in verse and rhyme?

Reality
no more bonds to bind,
only happiness left to find.

Wednesday March 14, 2007