by cricketjeff on April 12, 2010. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
Nor dance with constellations, nor to spread her silver light;
The Moon is full and brazen, or the shiest smile when new,
But waxing fast or waning she can not compete with you.
You’re a mermaid in a fountain,
Throwing sunlight everywhere.
You’re a walk across a mountain,
Whistling “Londonderry Air”.
The daffodils in springtime smile like sunlight on the ground
And buttercups are golden like a nugget, newly found.
In the bluebell woods of Sussex there’s a floating mist of blue
But though the may be beautiful they can’t compete with you.
In a restaurant from heaven,
You’re the special of the day;
Out of six you’d score a seven,
Any game you chose to play.
When the Summer days are longest and the poppies start to blaze,
In a cornflower sprinkled meadow, there’s a warm and golden haze.
When the skylark rises steeply to begin his song on cue,
They are lost inside my picture for they can’t compete with you.
You’re a film-star in a Roller
Turning up to steal the stage,
You’re the nation’s greatest bowler
Writing records by the page.
When your hand’s inside my fingers, when you gaze into my eyes,
I see fairies dancing waltzes and hear nature’s deepest sighs.
When I dream that you could love me every other thought’s askew,
Though the world has many wonders, there are none compete with you.
I’ll be back with dots and squiggles