A piercing blue

A piercing

blue,

and perhaps, a whisper of enchantment…

Should I have been so bold or am I left with more to wonder?

If one were wanting to prefer to enquire, awe,

but should I reveal

it,

what has left so many perplexed, would it be ever

so cruel if I were not to.

I fear

what consequences will arise I may suffer having my misspoke,

and I regret having done so, regarding what

should not have begun as

a mystery…

A piercing blue, the coloring of one’s eyes.

and I left clinging onto the

remembrance.

Awe, but to have seen her, my heart’s desire, never

have I been so out of

breath.

So utterly unforgettable, she, revealing the coloring of her eyes,

and that ever-present coy smile of hers,

as she casually walked

slowly by….

Disquieted

dreams;

oft-times they reappear unannounced and are never summoned

as I lie in bed tossing and turning while

fitfully sleeping

and fully aware of my disquieted dreams, I find quite upsetting.

So much so at all hours of the night, I find myself

desperately reaching and grasping

nothing,

but another illustrious illustration I prefer not to have chosen.

And left wondering if there is anyone

who can relate to

this.

Step right up, ladies and gents, there is literally nothing to be

frightened of, excepting, of course, those ever-present

monsters that prefer to hide

under one’s

bed.

And revealing themselves when

least expected…

Isn’t that the way it always is, and complicated as it always is,

but that is the way it

goes.

Should I be shocked, should I be disappointed, am I to feel it

entirely reprehensible, what may describe as

unheard of.

Class, class, don’t everyone raise their hand up all at once.

What’s the matter, what’s the fuss, is there not a one

among us so bold enough to

stand up?

Jack and Jill went up the hill,

Jack fell down and Jill

came tumbling

after…

Who of you remembers that nursery rhyme, anyone, anyone?

I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, things seemed to have run amuck. Oh no, boys and girls, moms and dads, ladies and gents, friends

and relatives, I seem to have been

seduced by the dark

side…

Is there not a pill, a medicine, or perhaps a prescription

one can possibly prescribe, or am I left

to my own device.

Is there not a cure, I seem to have been infected with a disease…

Is it not a wonder. Is it not a fact. Or is it purely coincidental

that we are all gathered here together? Step right up to

one and all, welcome to our medicine

show,

grab your elixir, grab your tea, stand up, sit down, or belly up

to the bar. Have a shot of whiskey and enjoy the show.

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