GUSON ( poem for Gus)

FOR A MOMENT IN TIME LIFE WAS AS IF PERFECTED BY YOUR GIFT.
OF COMPANY NEAR, A WATCHFUL EYE OVER ME.
THAT SENSE OF STYLE IS YOURS ALL YOUR OWN.

ADMIRING THIS GENTLE ONE QUITE REFINED,
IS THE SPORT OF THESE SOUL FILLED EYES.

WHEN TO TAKE AS A GIVEN WHEN GIVER’S GONE TAKEN AWAY.

ROSE COLOURED FEELINGS HELD CLOSE TO ONE HEARTS GRASP OF HOPE.

THE DOE EYED LAMBS TO SLAUGHTER,
THEY KNOW NOT WHAT END VISITS NEW DAY.

KNOWINGLY STILL WALK T’WARD NIGHTS TIGHT ROPE,
THOUGHTS OF LOVES END GAME IN MINDS BEGIN TO PLAY.

THE FOLLY OF FOOLS RUSHING IN WITHOUT ABILITIES TO MEND,
BROKEN ARROW FLUNG OFF COURSE BY CUPIDS BOW.

THE ODDEST OF ALL BREAK FROM COURAGE FILLED RUN,
LOVES LIMBS BREAK AND BEND.

A SPARKLE IN EYE BRINGS GLIMER FROM SOUL,
AND ALL I KNOW IS TO STILL CALL HIM FRIEND.

TAKES TWO TO MAN THE TANGO,
TWO TO MAN LOVES DANCE.
THE SPIN OFFS ARE WHAT WE PRAY FOR.
AND KNOWING SOME WHERE IN TIME THERE’S STILL A CHANCE.

COPYRIGHT © ROBYN WHITTAKER 2007.