Langsyne Kiss
Upon the breath of Auld Langsyne
the lips of new love locked in kiss
two spirits one, sweetly entwined.
My ears gone deaf, my eyes gone blind
in static of electric hiss
upon the breath of Auld Langsyne
The tickle up and down my spine
a moment captured, I'd not miss
two spirits one, sweetly entwined.
The bells of morrow ring the time
the chimes of midnight ignite bliss
upon the breath of Auld Langsyne.
Inebriated by love's wine,
the sweetest taste; it must be this,
two spirits one, sweetly entwined.
Tomorrow new, the past behind
while yesterday the chimes dismiss.
Two spirits one, sweetly entwined
upon the breath of Auld Langsyne.
Copyright © Jean Marble | Year Posted 2009
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