I will sit by the fire
in my blue velvet gown
awaiting your call
if, after all
you should finally consent to come up here.

Candlelight , gleaming
upon mirrored walls,
echo's my worry
that you're in no hurry,
and it looks like you're not coming up here.

Clocks are now chiming
upon a late hour.
So I'll let down my hair
and fall into Despair,
for it looks like you'll NEVER come up here !

©1980 L. Weyts
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Oh, I would be amusing
  so you would lend yourself
and, fool that I was,
I would try to drink from
The Mirage,
refusing to believe
I would ever thirst
again.

Trying to please,
I made myself
your Jester,
dancing on my toes
 to make you smile.
Sometimes
it worked.
But, all too often,
I would trip
and fall
upon My Heart.

Now, 
thrust before
The Mirror Of Retrospect,
I try, in vain,
to see
The Beauty
of it all.
But all that comes
to My Mind's Eye is
The Reflection of A Clown.

  ©1970 L. E. Weyts
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I reach out to you 
but it is YOU 
who must come to ME.

I am everwatching...
Longing
to enfold you softly
to my breast
but not before our time.

I am ever calling...
though you are
not yet near enough
to hear.

I am whispering my name
always to you
so when we meet
you will not
be afraid.

I am waiting
on The Brink 
of The Veil.
and I will kiss you,
sweetly,
only when our Time has come,
only when you come to me.

©1980 L. Weyts
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