Vista
That ancient mount climbs
Until crowned by cloud,
A feat I observe
Each glorious morn
While snug in this bed
And knowing with smugness
That prince of an outcrop
Through this window peers in,
Full of envy for soundness
Of love in my marriage,
Love thriving more lively
Than deciduous trees
Arrayed on tall slopes,
Love gushing more surely
Than springs spawning brooks,
Love even more steadfast
Than the great rock itself,
So wake, dear wife,
Rouse to this day—
For that envious mount
Let us flaunt, once again,
The beauty and essence
Of love.
Copyright © David Bose | Year Posted 2016
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