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Destination Unknown
by
Gerard Quain
Taking a trip, taking a chance
Taking her hand to dance
Across the floor we glide
Trying hard not to collide, with strangers
More strange than us, these lone rangers
Are we aliens in this romantic,triptych
A world unknown to us before this
The band plays waltz's and polkas
Not exactly the right vintage
But crooners knew a thing or two
About exchanging glances
Not sure they would approve of my balletic nuances
Chivalry is not dead she whispered
As I stepped upon her toe
Oh for a quixotic response,but I am too slow
Holding her as we continue to glide
Destination unknown, as yet
But no doubt she will decide
If with others we don't collide
Fantasy
by
Gerard Quain
He lays in bed thinking on better days
He begins to doze
Finding himself in a different world
The colours so beautiful, and so vivid
Then as the picture becomes more clear
He sees her,the beauty in black lace
Her curves makes him, want to embrace
She moves on her own cloud
Towards him now
He stands to attention, as he waits his fate
But without warning, she changes
Now she is Medusa
Lord how she rages
His face ashen as he sleeps
Now the cold sweat it creeps
He tosses and turns
His dream world turmoil
Some dreams turn sour
Maybe fantasy is best left to kids
When adults try, they end in a mess
Best left to naive experts
Demons
by
Gerard Quain
They chatter
I can hear them
The foul smell
So brimstone tinged
They grow louder
Words of envy
Paranoid conviction
The total sum of needy addiction
They wait until all is quiet
Then they come
The stillness
A nighttime bedroom
Oh how they love this arena
Working their spells
First whispered
Then shouted
They make you doubt
To play
Picking on your weakness's
They take energy from your fear
Those bloody Demons
With which, we are all reared