Off-Season Poetry

Its been a while since I posted and during my brief sabbatical I figured I would do some travelling… Ok, fair enough, I didn\’t go very far or see too much, but I did notice something quite unique in a joint in Kitui… It was always Christmas there… It didn\’t matter the time of year or the season…

This got me thinking, maybe it really didn\’t matter what season it was… All that mattered was what season they wanted it to be… We set the dates for all these events so, why not tune them to suit us? I like Valentines Day… I think its quite fascinating…  For some strange reason, I am quite attached to the day…

In that same spirit, I figured I\’d spin some off-season poetry your way…

Ghost of St. Valentines

The ghost of St. Valentines, she kissed me one day,

That I’m in love with her beauty is all I can say,

She hugged me, she held me, touched me so soft,

She held me entranced, my heart was aloft.

The whispers of the wind told of our love,

Across the river valleys, in the skies above,

I heard it from a songbird, it sang to me one day,

And told of her beauty, that she’d stray my way,

She kissed me so lightly, whispered so sweet,

My heart started racing, and skipped but a beat,

I held her so tightly, clung o so strong,

But a ghost is a ghost, in a flash she was gone.

Your voice is like true nectar, insanity in potion,

Your beauty incomparable, divinity in motion,

Arresting all my senses, imprisoning my soul,

Longing for completion, longing to be whole.

I heard she came back, looking for me,

A lady so beautiful is all she could be

When I look in your eyes, I see her in you,

So I shall live to treasure this Valentines with you.