My Beloved

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Silver this chalice; placing it atop the mantel to stoke the fire which burns ~ In red the wine while night spreads it's cloak, and frost becomes the glass Amid that but another autumns repose; bare the branches dripping to grasp Visions which etch her beauties name, about the rose clad windows pane Adorned with day two hearts she claims; while waltzing up this path.... Sage the vase where petals fall, in joyous shadows upon the twineful wall Pirouetting amid silent streams of light; her knock, her voice, my souls delight ~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ...."Gold The Chalice of, My Beloved" *