Poem -
A Night
This essence then...
Wrung from a night, and a night; too close
To the vessel's fill it drips and runs
From open lips, 'twixt teeth and tongues.
Such dread harvest
Reaped by night, and a night; too long
This vintage I have trod yet ne'er supped
From amber chalice of her hands cupped.
Blacker yet,
Wreathed in night, and a night; too dark
The heart where moonbeams, fearful, crept
Gleaming along glaciers once tears I wept.
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Comments
Holy Crap!!...this is amazing ...........what an Incredible flow of classical style poetry...........I love the heartbeat of the template in your metering here........an unequaled write for it's intent in it's subject matter...........who ARE you?..........if you're just using this sight as a work-station then I get it!!.........regardless........so glad you're here........now..........smokin' grooves my friendĀ Ā ......Ā Ā Ā 5*sĀ Ā FAVĀ Ā Ā Ā ..........well done.............smiles............TĀ xx
Who am I indeed!Ā Many thanks for your words Tony, both here and in your own orison.