LAURA

LAURA

Irish eyes, enchanting smells,
Laughter peals like azure bells!
Why is it you remind me
Of 'Scottish brae' and mystery?

Sweet 'Muse' talking, soothing cacaphony,
Eye poem walking, celestial harmony,
Casual elegance, 'lassaire faire',
Fey eyes sapient, cool and debonair.

O, inimitable Circe', your 'breadth of view',
Is tempered with kindness and psychic ability, too.
O, gentle Welsh naiad of the March skies
The renaissance of motherhood shines in your eyes.

Haunting vision of time long past,
When you were higher born of 'Manor class'.
A placid sadness so softly descends
As I realized we can only be friends.