The Proprietor Review

I was all in, and the gray sky bought month.
A slow pulse curbed  the brain and then a surge.
Your face a memory so dear, it filled my minds stare.
Plum and pose, I compared your style, a repose  of hope and fare.

To a better time and place to share, what I can not give alone.
But to stay and dry my  eyes, will not compare.
A rose, a tulip, a flower fair.
Some time to take pure essence, from you, to lower a  glare.

Today my dreams will not make do,
till that season; I will get with you.
Short or long, not to barter.
 Only to cherish;  till: dark turns bright.


 

Wild World Cat Stevens