Maiden Of My Dream (One Of Few Early Acquaintance) Poem by Ian Jay Bantilan

I woke up from my bed today
I think i saw a pleasant dream,
It was 'bit hazy, I could say,
But for the loveliest girl i've ever seen

I jump from bed to pass up the kitchen,
And why I end up gazing - an empty oven
There is something missing from my mind
A delight so scarce, a face so fine.

Pensive, disenchanted, I move on, puzzled
It was a typical weekend: Friday
Expectant I was, for this world to unravel
Worship starts 10: 30am, and for no one wait.

I came through the door and onto the service,
I pulled out my bible and read out the verses,
I looked up the ceiling and I have this feeling
This day will be normal in the way of its coming

But then I shrug off, this queer fuzzy feeling
Just when the Speaker had finished his Preaching
Time for some friends, with little laughter
Then off we go, to City Center.

We ordered our rice, and simple viands,
I'm with TVI, on this very weekend
we sat on this corner inside City Center,
In 'middle of Foodcourt, we had little chatter.

We finished our food and our little diner,
Then came this old friend, who gave me a whisper
He is one, you would say, of little stature
Yet he speaks much of heaven and of the Father

He said:
'Consider the female, on one table yonder;
Is she not named 'Zinnia' and one of our member? '
I saw she's with 'friend, who looks with more color
In all of her eyes in some gothic order!

Answered I:
'Naye, my good lord, I might not remember,
She may be a part, but not recognize her
We have volunteers, too great to number,
I've met a whole lot & she's one who looks 'better'.'

I took one look, and then another,
A stolen gaze for which I might have faultered,
He said: 'My dear friend, Ian, if thou must see...
You must have better say 'hi' (together) with me.

When I Behold the lady on yonder table,
Her eyes, captivating like a stirring riddle
She is pleasing with little care in the world.
A dream-like maiden, breathtaking to behold.

As she sat there speaking with her partner
Seems as if that time would take a halter
Then the whole world should sudden to a slow
Till all light from her eyes sparkle to a-glow

Certainly,
Cursed be the men, who should look into them,
Perils of Love, Irresistible! No mortal can stand,
Save yourself and your treasures, Perchance
To survive the gripping fury of her romance

Nevertheless,
I said 'How Fortunate that Man could be,
Who finds this utmost joy, this ecstacy
To win a seat before her presence
Even a share just among her friends

Very thankful I am, to share a glimpse,
No need for sleepless disarray,
and bed unkempt
Of this, my mind can finally rest,
and whence,
I would at last, continue sleep,
in calm stillness.