Salutations and blessings upon ye, o fair friend, oh joyous hours of solitude and fair freedom!
It is Friday night, finally, that deadly snake-pit period of temptation which makes me want to stay up late, with aircon, good music and hours of midnight and early morning solitude, and whisk myself off on a spellbinding adventure with dragons and demons -
No sleep! For sleep is the torpid state of stupor to which we all retire under the soporific lull of math and chem lectures, most definitely not worthy of the magical thirteenth hour of Friday night.
At the heart of all this end-of-week anticipation, is the loss of yet another 7 days' worth of memories -
- gambol from weekday to weekday, much like a the way a flea jumps and knows not whether it lands on the same host or a different one -
- and hey, presto! Once again we await the glory of Saturday to shower us with books and black coffee.
It is Friday night, finally, that deadly snake-pit period of temptation which makes me want to stay up late, with aircon, good music and hours of midnight and early morning solitude, and whisk myself off on a spellbinding adventure with dragons and demons -
No sleep! For sleep is the torpid state of stupor to which we all retire under the soporific lull of math and chem lectures, most definitely not worthy of the magical thirteenth hour of Friday night.
At the heart of all this end-of-week anticipation, is the loss of yet another 7 days' worth of memories -
- gambol from weekday to weekday, much like a the way a flea jumps and knows not whether it lands on the same host or a different one -
- and hey, presto! Once again we await the glory of Saturday to shower us with books and black coffee.
The Hour at Night
The thirteenth hour rises and is robed by the moon
Shadows crouch, still and hide, for their job is to lie
Even cats slink off, glinting eyes a green fading blue
But you -
You live with with light and the glory and the vigour of noon.
Look back on my week and read my joy like a book
Smiles grin, laughter chuckles and so too must I
How beautiful is pure friendship between close friends at school
But no -
The anchor of love takes me to drown, line, sinker and hook.
Your silent gaze wrecks the train of my thought
Your touch invites terror and your smile invokes fear
Snarky comment springs to life, tip of my tongue, then
Then -
Something stops my elegant one liners one witty pun short.
Now dark the chaos tempest veiled
And dark the land beneath the sky,
Now dark the careening scream of wind
And dark our melancholy sigh
For the stars of the night are the light of your eyes
and the song in my heart is your voice.
Comments, please!
The thirteenth hour rises and is robed by the moon
Shadows crouch, still and hide, for their job is to lie
Even cats slink off, glinting eyes a green fading blue
But you -
You live with with light and the glory and the vigour of noon.
Look back on my week and read my joy like a book
Smiles grin, laughter chuckles and so too must I
How beautiful is pure friendship between close friends at school
But no -
The anchor of love takes me to drown, line, sinker and hook.
Your silent gaze wrecks the train of my thought
Your touch invites terror and your smile invokes fear
Snarky comment springs to life, tip of my tongue, then
Then -
Something stops my elegant one liners one witty pun short.
Now dark the chaos tempest veiled
And dark the land beneath the sky,
Now dark the careening scream of wind
And dark our melancholy sigh
For the stars of the night are the light of your eyes
and the song in my heart is your voice.
Comments, please!
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