Amelia

David Wakeling

Come dance with me Amelia, before your Parents wake,
Let us take that courageous step, down by Tranquility Lake,
We have our bold hands and warm hearts, ready to caress us,
We can talk of dreams and nightmares and let the Moon bless us,

We can laugh and wonder if this tortured world will survive,
Perhaps this is the dark time when Love is barely alive,
We can find it anew and fly like birds upon the wing,
Let us go where our Love and our Joy is everything.

The Moon pales in your soft beauty Amelia fare,
Nothing that Nature can do is as divine as you there,
We can slow dance or Waltz whatever your heart desires,
We could call on the forest twigs to lend us their fires.

We must hurry for the sad day will be born again soon,
Sadly we cannot depend on the calm grace of the Moon,
So come close to me Amelia and hold me in bliss,
Before your Father comes I would dare to steal a kiss.

Amelia! A wayward girl is a Father’s great shame,
Amelia! come inside now before I curse your name.

  • Author: David Wakeling (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 22nd, 2025 00:00
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sorenbarrett

    I loved the flow and rhyme of this poem that seems in some ways folk legend in style. It has a ghostly feel to it. Haunting. Very nice and a fave

    • David Wakeling

      Thank you compadre.That is praise indeed.Thanks for your kind appraisal

    • Goldfinch60

      Wonderful lovelorn words David.

      Andy

      • David Wakeling

        Thank you Andy much appreciated

      • Poetic Licence

        That is beautifully written really flows as you read, very enjoyable

        • David Wakeling

          Thank you mi amigo.You comments are always appreciated

          • Poetic Licence

            You are very welcome

          • arqios

            There was a time and a day, a social structure and manner before social decay… I suppose the upper crust folks still keep some modicum of social norms… but I’m not privy to that world… good to see and feel it still exists in poems… 🙏🏻🕊

            • David Wakeling

              Thank you for your insight mi amigo. Mucho appreciado

              • arqios

                De nada, amigo🙏🏻🕊

              • Tony36

                Excellent write David

                • David Wakeling

                  Thank you so much

                  • Tony36

                    You're welcome



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