DOM VICTOR'S TALES

A child should ride upon a cloud
Of glee and gaiety.
Mother look’st thus so proud
Her son play merrily.
Whilst his daughter sing aloud
Father'd cheer heartedly.
A child should ride upon a cloud
Of glee and gaiety.

Would his mother let him out
To run the green park free?
She’d rather cause him fret about
Falling from a tree!
The childhood thus was put to rout
In fearful uncertainity…

I’d dawdle along the corridor
To catch a glimpse of you
That someday from your heart would flow
The eternal spirit so true.

However the day shall never be made.
The tale was written thus.
The corridor now stands desolate.
It’s closed its doors on us.

Things that seem to never end
Will someday move along,
Leaving seldom a soul content,
Such is life’s heartless wrong.

New faces, fresh love galore
Shall throng that floor above.
And they shall know the corridor,
The corridor of love

This is for my friends who’ve walked along
With me through diverse straits.
Through cramped ends they’d join in song,
All burden to alleviate.

When crazy spells did overcome
This being so jolly late.
When one couldn’t tell what was to come
They’d never desert their mate.

Days passed in fear, nowhere so near.
The cleft now looming wide.
Sight of a tear, they’d be right here
And join with me in stride.

Thus blithely spent, the days around
The woods, a treasure profound.
Time shall give vent to sentiment found
From the goods beyond measure or count.

Valentine, O Valentine!
Why don’t you come another time.
I pray, she’ll sing a sweeter rhyme,
In the midst of May.

Valentine, O Valentine!
Were you not a friend of mine.
Love has never been a crime.
Bring me not dismay.

Valentine, O Valentine!
I look to walk the brighter line,
Only but the truth to find
My love has gone away.

Valentine, O Valentine!
Why don’t you come another time.
Valentine Oh! Valentine,
Please come another day.

She told me ‘bout the forks and spoons.
A scold if they weren’t there.
On hearing this I felt the tune.
Oh! So I missed the pair.

As we go on we kill the morn,
Like strangers on the run.
Such is the norm from dusk to dawn.
No beat is set to come.

For a beat we must be neat.
Sing will no hurricane.
And build a wreath of lives that greet
The hills and laden planes.

In this my little prayer to you
Oh! Mankind hear me soon.
Not much do I, but ask you to
Keep safe the forks and spoons.

My friend stole my ladylove
On that summer afternoon.
He thought ‘twas a blessing from above,
But he’d lose a good friend soon.

For my lady I had won,
After years of toil and tear.
And let him share in my good run,
Nothing did I fear.

He followed the greed of his heart.
He knew not how to share.
Caused my love from me to depart.
For his friend, he did not care.

His friend who when he was so low,
Would make the road so bright.
And if he ever asked for more
All doors were opened wide.

And wide they made their presence felt.
For me it’d be a test.
Though my heart began to melt,
My true self I did nest.

For the pace to quickly drop
Little time it took.
At the sorry wilting crop
No one would even look.

Thus were left the three of us
Lonely islands to dry.
For her, whom I once would trust,
No arms in which to cry.

Seasons since, no loss, no gain.
All so silent and still.
Though it’d be foolish to look again
To see her back, I will…