Peas in a pod

For days, a couple peas in a pod,

Lay snugly, even hand in hand,

Fed us, the beams of heavenly light,

And a jig, the frivolous breeze!

Together we grew, rain or shine,

Shared our hearts, not just the stalk,

Along came, the mighty, bountiful spring,

Swelled our hearts and swelled our pride!

So graceful, like a mother-to-be,

Glowed like stars, our impatient dreams,

Across the sky, the canvas life,

Impertinent, we exploded free!

The shelter above our heads, gone,

So novel, the ways of the world now,

Still so assuring, your healing touch,

In gleeful ignorance, we rhymed a tune!

Then one bright, gay summer day,

Doused in yellow, earnest showers,

Plucked the pod, those nimble hands,

And out fell the couple, green peas!

I know not where my heart is now,

I know not where her heart is now,

As ornamental as a snowman's eye,

Or as necessitous as a green pea soup!

Farther then, or nearer now,

Know not I, but still I smile,

Curved up my lips, and a salty trail,

I applaud with a gritted smile!

The Ballad of Pine - II

Oh! On chilly nights I long,

For the selfless sun's warmth,

Then pine for dark clouds that soothe,

To shade me from the singeing burn,

During showers I yearn for the autumn breeze,

That sways the lowly acacia branches,

And then I clothe my unsatisfied self,

With the tiniest, smoothest cashmere,

And nurse so fondly a nervous itch,

To leave me partial once again,

Partial to the satisfied being,

That seldom transcends to binocular vision,

And yet in earnest, I do hope,

I'll see the dawn, that fated day,

I cradle so fondly between my eyes,

Like the apple of my eye,

Love! The day I would run freer than wind,

The day I yearn for you no more!