Call Girl

Hail lady
Full of grace
Shrouded in white linen
Atop a sliver of lace
Holy lady
Child of God
Blessed is thy inequity
I seem to be less odd

blame game

She’s the aim
Of his game
Loss came
Put him to shame

And this, his claim
He’s not the same
His souls is lame
Their intent, to maim

Singed by flame
She turned tame
She lost her name
What’s her name?

Summer came
Stole winters fame
I’ll Take the blame
I Take the blame

written

Close your eyes. Visualize.
Tiny lights on inky skies.
Wise men oppose the Gold of love-
The irony of purpose – speak the stars above.

boy and girl

Yeah he’s sitting pretty and shy on a gatepost
The wind in his curls, it drives them wild
And the butterfly that lingers on his shoulder
Tells of his kindness, mother natures child

The smile in her eyes tell of blissful glory
A story of her and that simple boy
Who held her in honour and treated her holy
Always her treasure, never her toy

And what got them there was a game
Yeah, her love for his beautiful name
But the game turned to promise, the promise to love
In a field with the stars above