CALLING.

I’m calling it time
With her on my mind,
And nothing else to reconsider,
But it’s looking as though
The thoughts will not go,
And I will be forced to outbid them.

I’m awash with a find
Of encouraging signs,
Without any elementary reason;
They take a trail from the start
And end up at the part
Where the darlings all bud with the seasons.

So please lady concur
That the feelings inferred
Are supplying a similar wish;
And you sleep with my face,
Oh so sweetly in place,
In the parts of your mind where you finish.

To wake the next day
With my name where you lay,
And the sweat of its image about you,
And meet me once more,
By the picture frame store,
Well aware that probation won’t doubt you.

Without recourse to fear,
And with new colours near,
You will gladly confirm the intention;
Beyond apathy,
And the horrors we see,
You’re prepared to defy all convention.