Saturday, 23 March 2013

Unconditional Love

He bathed his soul in the morning light's first wink at the waning moon

He 'scaped the house with the last dormouse 

And never got back too soon


He crooned his heart by the local mart

As shoppers did push and shove

Wrapped in a shawl as the winds did bawl

Singing unconditional love


His smile long played

Like an intimate raid of an infinitesimal day

Sharp frowns did knife

Like a cheated wife 

Goes wishing you on your way


And amidst all that in a weather-worn hat

He listened to his God above

And painted a lean hazy afternoon scene

Singing unconditional love


The crowds long 'spersed and the skyline cursed

With a heavyweight bar of rain

Spent shops got closed

But the busker still posed

Low leaning on a window pane


All withered and cold

He'd a heart strong bold

With strings on the wings of a dove

He'll be there tonight

With his eyes shut tight

Singing unconditional love


He's a voice so fine

Wanna make it mine

What a dream-spun dazzling gift!

Like a low bass drum his throat would hum

Fast shooting up the octave rift


He warmed our loins for collected coins

That he kept in a purple glove

As the rain swept down on a fallen town

Singing unconditional love


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