Tribute To The Jailer's Daughter - Poem by Leslie Alexis
That which has entered through my eyes
Has most certainly progressed to dry my tongue
And like yesterday, my sanity has all but gone
Tracking through the woods in search of love.
Love that was found but does not make love,
For her eyes –like diamonds- are set on another
Whom she gazed upon from her high chair.
And I admit he’s fair, but knows not she’s there.
So, heed my call, and dance, my dearest fool,
With hands on your head, dance for your jewel.
Dance for me, dance, dance, and make me jolly.
Dance on the sand and then dance on the sea.
For the ship is battered and sinking in waves,
Dance on the plank, and dance, dance to your grave.
Below lies your redemption - I do not lie
Dance for all, dance, so you alone may die.
Though I haven’t a womb, something has moved.
My sacks are too full, know me, and that I’ll prove.
Take her name and to me you become her;
I cannot tell My Precious Flower from a flower
And such and all is the way of my insanity,
So dance my fool, come on and dance for me
Forgetting all, make dancing your way. With both
Feet off the ground, do the Lunatic's sway!
My father is noble, and like him, I am noble too.
But I’d lay my splendor down, if I can be with you.
And If I were Jupiter, I’d give that up to be a man,
If it meant you and I would be one, as in my plan.
I’d give up friends, brotherhood and kinship’s deed
For simply put, you are all I would ever need.
So dance my sweet fool, dance on over to him.
I’m that sot, who’d love you on the slightest whim.
Copyright © 2009 Leslie Alexis
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