Love Song of R. L. Livesay (thank you Thomas Sterns

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dedicated to Ian and Wendy Lynne 

Will you walk with me along the streets

As the sky becomes a hazy hue

Like a weary shadow searching for sleep

Let us wander along the cobblestone street

Wondering at the magic treat

The quaint shoppes together in a row

Bookstores and restaurants that seem to glow

Winding streets gift-wrapped in ribbons

Asking to be opened

Presenting unasked questions

But do not ask, “What could it be?”

Let’s go see what we can see


In the pubs, old men tell their tales of chivalry

And imitate Shakespeare’s fine delivery


Slowly the London fog encompasses our mood

Like a smoky film it changes the mood

Moving into the corners of the evening

A shear covering not seeming to intrude

Greeting the soot-faced chimney-sweeps

Closes in closer and over buildings to leap

Then curls around, sighs then goes to sleep


Oh, yes this is the time to see

It creeps around the castles with knightly echoes

Through the gates of the palaces to take a bow

Covering the monuments in forgotten graveyards

Hooves on the stones break the silence in the Tower

As we watch the Swiss Guards changing their power



In the pubs, old men tell their tales of chivalry

And imitate Shakespeare’s fine delivery



And yes, there was a golden time of age ago

Along those fog covered streets where poets go

Thinking of their next poem, maybe a love song

Oh, it was a time, an enlightened time

In the fog faces of Byron, Keats and Shelley, cloned

And Eliot walks through the halls of Oxford to speak

When imagining those times, questions fall from the pages

We have the time, let us have tea in Piccadilly

Recount the ways that poets have inspired our thoughts

It was a creative time with wars of words and enlightenment

A frenzy of competition, inventiveness and excitement

Would you care for more tea and crumpets?


Oh, yes, but will there be time

That once young reflection now has changed

What has he become?…so rearranged

White hair and beard, a little thinning in the back

His old friends wouldn’t recognize him in fact

Not keeping up with style or new clothes

He sure looks different from his senior pose

But I would say

I haven’t changed that much inside

Except that I’m a poet, now besides

Combining, redefining, twisting words, reverbed


For now I know and I have known

About the clouds, the sun and rain

I have been within and been a friend

I drank the world from a paper cup

And was around when the music died

To console a child as she cried


I do not think they hear me now


Too much noise in the eye of the tiger

Too many waves crashing the rocks

Too tightly drawn into a social box


But who am I to judge another’s journey

For soon the fog of tears will be wiped away

The foggy vale lifted for tomorrow will be today

About the Author ()

RICHARD LYNN LIVESAY - Poet/Artist•Born 1943 Lubbock, Texas, lives in Greenville, SC• Education: U. of Ariz., Lubbock Christian College, Texas Tech U.• Careers: Art, Medical, Transportation, Entertainment• Curr

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