Mistress of my Nights

[More than a year has gone by: I have been meeting my mistress a minimum of once a month. It has been a good year; but now I must walk away from these verse pursuits, and pursue better ones. So, until my mistress beckons again, and I must inevitably run to her- so long and thanks for visiting!]


"Let go, my Love! the dawn is breaking-"
She held me back in vain;
"I must be now my leave taking
Till we meet again."

She my hand did harder press,
"Pray let me go away.
I never meant you as mistress,
Nor this to be this way.

"I spend my days in those pursuits
Yet I swear I love you more
Than being choked by business suits
And jailed by office doors.

"And so, this is just how I live,
Not how I wanted to;
Oh Poetry, were you lucrative
I'd spend my life with you."

Bliss!

[The result of a very lovely evening spent in very lovely company at a very lovely place. All so lovely that none could you replace.]

Some poems are best unwritten,
Some more best unread;
Apples, some are best unbitten,
You let them hang instead.

Some sights - they're best unseen,
Some facets best unshown;
Some facts are worse uncovered and
Some truths are better unknown.

Some flowers are best unnoticed
And some more best unsmelt;
Some voices better unheard and
Some touches best unfelt.

Some eyes are best unlooked into,
Some lips are best unkissed,
For if they all are unperceived
You will them never miss.

Some words remain best unsaid,
But you say them all the same,
Some friends are better not to have loved-
But then, who's to blame?