Cinderella’s Advice

When from beneath cool caves the day’s piercing glow

Through the open window my last night chose

This morn attracts not mind nor toe

But saves snuggles stretched in languid bends and bows,

When oh those thoughts that oft may weave

Their shocking wave into my crutch

That floored a man not half naïve

As I that night the ancient bowels touched,

Whene’er that war in pondering face

Across this canvas shadows casts

And looking shuns off all the grace

Your early loving eyes amassed,

When it comes as come it will it must

Do not doubt your nature or will’s capacity

Do not wonder on love lost lust

Do not cower at this false opacity,

There is no world in any torrid womb

Destructive at its self-stormed overturn

That cannot make that ‘erst bitter bit of room

For curiosity’s steps, courageous yearn.

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There was a line or two were told

By one so sprouting in his heart’s wise youth

Whose ending made of one twofold

A verdant bridging past with future truth,

It spoke of all the kind green that grew

That filled her up so long before

The kiss that in this poem finds her new

Already saw what skies she’d soar,

That kiss of now and then and when

Is wherein lies the untrod way

That finds the ground before the ken

He grew it long before our day,

And miles between have not delayed

And years before have not unmet

And distance time are but the waves

Potential frames for a duet,

His shadows won’t see her blind

Her demons neither him confine

No dark or cold or fear resign

When ‘courage tries and love is kind.’