My Beloved

Written by: tristen temple

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 ~

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...."Gold The Chalice Of, 'My Beloved'" *