Only that Sunday afternoon
Only an early taste of June
Only a pause which grew too long
Only a Buddy Holly song
Only the sunlight through her blouse
Only the fluster he could rouse
Only his hand lifting her chin
Only the first she’d felt his skin
Only Time stretching in bliss
I only take with me that kiss
I can surmise all of the lies
He transposes veritably
Old acquaintance should be forgot
On the eve of Q.R.V.
He thinks of her when the sun shines brightest
Somehow, she will know
To close her eyes and meet a moment
In the orange glow
Brush aside the nettles, you’ll find periwinkle petals
Spring delights in making mischief with thee
For the force inside the stem of a faerie diadem
Is the truest source of Q.R.V.
Planted long ago
What’s darkest burgeons in the chill
In the forgotten flower pot
Atop the unspoiled hill
She greets the moon on certain nights
Blooming in the still
December’s bud lasts winter long
Nourished by her will
On the other side of the Earth
And halfway through it’s orbit
A dream was all it took to wake
What’s become now dormant
Possibility
The very word born of the trees
Give her seeds, without a doubt
She’ll plant your dreams, and they will sprout
Springtime lies in every season
Even now it hides with reason
To surprise winter in treason
In each of his smiles,
There’s one ounce of spring
I should like to discover
What summertime brings
At the end of the season, those minds of good reason
Will pluck malignancy
For if love should rot, winter will be fraught
With fermented Q.R.V
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