High Noon

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