[Dream Gate] [Poet Glas]

Handwriting on the Wall

for Cherie

And so I said to myself - damn, I
Am lucky to know to know a woman so fine
As to make David sweat and cry
Because he lived and loved before her time.

Bathsheba had nothing on you, and your Jym
Is as rich as a king to have a moment with you.
Riddle me this - mene, tekel, whim -
What did I do to find a friend so true?

You have grace, beauty, charm - a wealth
Of anything loved and treasured by rank and file.
And yet I treasure your gentle caress, with stealth,
Along my ear, a sign of friendship and style.

I write this poem to frame in words for you
The ineffable friendship I feel for one so true.

copyright 30 July 2000 (On her birthday)
by Earle B. 'Glas' Durboraw; Birmingham.

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