Dear Petrarch

Laura, Oh Laura

I hear a call

A voice, not familiar,

Shudders me to a halt

Anxiety grows –

Let me know who you are

A shifting breeze lifts me high

I go hither and thither

Like a feather in air

‘Tis a journey on clouds,

Counting stars makes me proud,

The wind of change drives me far

And left by a window

With no curtain drawn

I crane my neck for full view

‘Tis not an old wive’s tale for you

A sunny look with

A bunch of curls on

Laura, oh Laura

Echoes thro’ parted lips,

The aquiline nose

And dark black hair

Is it Petrarch, my love?

How blessed, I’m here

Watching you slumbering

Don’t draw a veil over

Your small speaking eyes

When will you welcome me?

With the dark pink lips

That hide the dancing tongue,

That steal the hearts of young

Who beg to smile and befriend,

Uf! Let me part with a kiss

For, it is Heaven’s call not to miss