Once in a high noon – Wednesday <br />Leisurely, the nightjar and goldcrest <br />Took the weight off their feet <br />By the limbs of juniper and fir tree <br />Wherein names in vast crowd <br />Raced towards the high throne <br />And walked on the red carpet <br />Of beauteous gorgeous eminent <br />Of painters, playwrights and artists <br /> <br />She was eager to bestow her sail <br />To fairy godmother of all fate <br />A choice rendered in a heartbreaking work <br />Of the melancholic strings of harp <br />She stepped backwards, inch by inch <br />String by string, notes flew on wings <br />Her silence held on a bite of lip <br />And gone away in teary eyed pearls <br /> <br />Upon the horde of famous thespian <br />Where all viewers have eyes on fuss <br />She forwent and ripped her own <br />Yielded you to the cuckoo bird of love <br />Who sung melodious canto of charm? <br />Who was eligible to tease and dance? <br />Like parakeet or cockatoo on romance <br />As the white flag raised, lovers’ era and break <br /> <br />Red lane opened on a center stage <br />Where amorous heart seen right, untainted <br />Played the chords of zealous account of love <br />Bestowed to someone who would hold your hand? <br />Someone who would care on the endless nights <br />Someone who would love you more in each passing daylights <br />But it turned out not to be… just another disguise <br />Another play of fire, another game to their mind…<br /><br />Catrina Heart<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/high-noon-8/
