Terry Collett: It Is All Waiting For The Still Repose

It is all waiting for the still repose,
The nightly kiss on a bended knee,
Half wit to half woo

The girl and the angry fool,
Brow beaten by a swollen moon,
And the crafty sun blazing

Like a blushing bride.
It is all listening to the ticking clock
A slick-eyed brother with a frozen heart,

Gazing at the stars with a sticky smile
As the bronze-faced girls undo
The boys from the human zoo.

It is all laughter with a wicked grin
The kiss of death on a silent ride
And all too weary to kill the bride.