The Flight Of The Gargoyle

love danceSometimes,

When I really

Miss you,

I remind myself

That you’re only

A Gargoyle flight


I could head

To the roof

Of The House

On the Hill,

And ask Gary

To take me

To visit

The Girl

Who Owns

My Heart.


When I really

Miss you,

I write

Romantic poems

From bed.

I move

To your side,

My head

On your pillow,

And allow

The words

To fly

Across the miles

Like they’re

Riding on a


When you

Read them,

Can you still

Feel the love?

May these words

Tuck you in

And remind you

Of the boy

Back home,

Who’d risk

His life

On the back

Of a Gargoyle

Just to stare

Into your

Big brown eyes


About Austin

Native New Yorker who's fled to the quiet life in Maine. I write movies, root for the Yankees, and shovel lots of snow.
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12 Responses to The Flight Of The Gargoyle

  1. janeykate says:

    Love it!
    Jane x

  2. E. says:

    Ah, I like the part about writing poems on her side of the bed.

  3. This is lovely 🙂

  4. HALP!!!! MY COMPUTER ISN’T ALLOWING MANY REBLOGS TONIGHT—AND MY TYPOS ARE AWFUL!!!!! BUT…the Picnic is “ON”—- . Very Nice and Inventive Poetry…You old Softy!!!!!! She can come too…! 🙂

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