And She Spoke of Mirth

And She Spoke of Mirth

Running running running run

Run so fast you son of a gun

Escape the place you never loved

Escape the ones who pushed and shoved

Curse the wingless dove

You and I, we rise above

Above the snow and spotted earth,

Above the broken home, the chilly hearth

Always side-stepping, leaving the widest berth

We leave today,

Running to a place unearthed

Harder than a virgin birth

Is it a question of our worth?

Worth the price of crossing the line?

Something neither of us is prepared to align

Raise a glass to freedom‘s sign!

Champagne and sparkling wine,

Watch how we shall dine,

Picnic and the smell of pine

I am yours, you are mine,

And everything is fine

Is it all so sublime? Or are we doomed to sink in the brine?

It’s time, time to climb

Shall I continue my rhyme?

Rhyme with run.

New doors, new fun,

New places and chases and races to have won,

Friends and faces in the sun

Lost in the woods before we’ve begun

Begun like Hemingway and Fitzgerald then?

Another group to make them wonder when

Wondering when

When and how and why and for those answers they will cry

Answers we cannot give from Versailles, though perhaps we shall try,

My Louis and I

And what of I?

I shall not lie, my tears are mostly dry (though I at times wonder why)

I let those feelings die.

Never ask me why

Why I am running running running run

You’d hate your Juliet you son of a gun

Let’s have some fun

Chase the sun

And then the moment’s done.

Sorry it's been so long in between updates! Life's really busy right now, but to make up for it I'm posting a poem I wrote here before it's seen anywhere else. I'll be back soon! Hope you like it!

-Pick