My Beloved

Silver this chalice... Placing it atop the mantel Stoking passions fire which burns Red the wine while night spreads its Cloak and frost becomes the glass That another autumn's repose; bare These branches dripping to grasp Visions which etch her beauty's name About the rose clad windows pane Adorned with day two heart's... She claims; waltzing up this path Sage the vase where petals fall Joyous shadows upon the twineful wall Pirouetting amid silent streams; light Her knock her voice a souls delight... Gold the chalice of, my beautiful beloved.