Tuesday, 12 November 2019

poem 146

Upon that elate night where we both 
tread 
Silver line moved pure as there 
delight
While his mind glimpsed gold was
found
Upon an opening door glowed the 
warmth 
What pleasures in eyes drowned in 
melody’s
Now we fall from above, into lovers 
sleep
Together we seen the inside of 
clouds
ripple sky’s for upturned faces to 
muse
Halo resplendent for tomorrow is 
new 
For your human name rolling of my 
tongue

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