New
leaves whispered in the breezes
Everyone
still bundled against
Wintery
temperatures in the early spring
You
see the bench and look
Over
at a couple near a tunnel bundled quite medievally
Really?
They do exist?
Kissing
for real, no soul kisses allowed.
Virile
and tender
Intense
blue eyes
Noble
born of mystery
Catherine's
hands in his
Elegantly
allowing her to leap
Nonplussed
Traversing
between pipes coming Below.
Once
Upon A Time the fairy tale began
New
York, a
City
where towers were like castles
Everyone
dressed from rags to riches
Underground
passages
People
hiding looking for a safe place
Opera
in a band shell,
No
one looked for Catherine for a week after she disappeared
A
candle means a friendly light
Torches
lead the way down to the
Illuminated
Great Hall where dancing and
Music
fills the cavernous space and a waltz echoes
Eternally
Flame
dipped red and gold candles
Offer
a friendly light and an invitation
Revelry
in a hidden place
Eternal
bonds of friendship
Very
hard to break
Everyone
takes turns dancing and playing games
Remembering
Winterfests past...
and a bonus, in honor of our dear
Roy Dotrice
(26 May 1923 – 16 October 2017)
Royal
sounding British voice
Oh fare
Ye well beloved
man
Dashing in younger
years
On point with his
lines
Teller of stories
Remembering his
friendship
Including those
that have gone before
Caring for his
wife as Roy, as Father
Ever more together
Kay and Margaret
Fell from grace
And regained honor
Taking care of a
rare child
He tried to heal
those he could
Eternal candles
shall burn
Replaced by loving
hands when they're barely stubs...
