When Will You Know
Curious child with the azure eyes
ever innocently searching,
never down
Where unbeknownst tears
have yet to sigh fall
pillow bound
Curious ewe with the bright cloud colored skin
always virgin hope looking
up to a tomorrow sky
Where future joy shown
was smile waiting
to be firmament found
Curious snow tulip with so many blossoming questions,
let those pollen healing seeds
blow bruised feelings free
Where those butterfly thoughts
of your fluttering heart
yearn to hear that beautiful sound:
The ending of the “When” song
Curious youth of pure cotton chastity,
rest dressed in satin vow sleep of wed dreams
Forever desiring, breathlessly,
to take a maiden voyage dove flight
on an enchanted evening breeze
And twilight dance to bosom echoes
of betrothal kisses reverberating around
A twin chorus movement of romantic certainty:
Paired palms pressed swaying
to the gentle drumbeat, slow burn purity
of the passionate pulse pound
Your eagerness to know this windswept feeling is profound
Curious swan belle you wonders who
will hear your ringing heart chimes affectionately redound
While the maturing voice of loneliness
begins to nightly cry out
The “When” song of true love,
patiently yet-to-be revealed,
answers every sob doubt
|