The Lad - Part 3
III
Groans and moans are music to the ears,
whilst the moonlight dances with the clouds,
shivers run along the spine of the lad,
his pillow he holds with firm grip,
the blanket coverth his whole, maybe,
the chill will vanish this stormy night,
Dreams or fantasy, where to go next,
lilac or pink, blue or red,
that's the colour of her dress in his head,
fantasy ends, the sunshine creeps through,
playfully he rubs his hands in glee,
reality seems welcome, now, after this dream,
never was he an early bird, but today,
he awoke with strength in his stride,
A steamy shower and a changeover,
a whistle on his lips, a jump in his walk,
a definite reversal since his lady had gone,
enthusiasm flowed through his blood,
love will walk in through his door,
the trees and hills and the muddy path,
previously a misery, now a joy, maybe,
he will find love after all, maybe..
12th January 1997