This Chalice

A golden ornate cup once full a mystical reservoir filled now half-emptied of love and emotions, as if the night would be emptied of moon glow and starlight; sipping in and savoring, bitter delight in the last few remaining drops of inner peace and tranquility, harbinger of melancholia time bewitching poetry of sage and antiquity; inebriation, intoxication, imbibed tippler, the maudlin sour darkness of sleep rest and forgetfulness of the forlorn soul the old soul, the soothsayer extraordinaire, a primitive, ecclesiastical realist; give me rest, satisfy my thirst quench my fears and anxieties in restful sleep and dreamscape awaiting escape, release, freedom through this chalice of night. 1/18/22 The Chalice of Night contest sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke