Sherbet Serenade


if I could wipe those tears from your eyes,
my friend, I would sing a song sublime
to heal your tortured heart and soothe that
tender spirit you hide beneath armor
thick with savage words and stabbing glares
off I will whisk you, to magic new
dimension; smile then next for you and
stand beside, lead you or follow
as you will through realms of light or dark
or marshmallow dreams in rainbow carols
before the Christmas feast is over
and the thief of hearts hangs in his cage
beheaded bleeding strawberry syrup
for your pancakes and we sip Brut Moet
from crystal slippers I bought you for the ball.

David M Pitchford
18 Sept 2011

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