My Beloved

**************************************************************************************** Silver this chalice; placing it atop the mantel to stoke the fire which burns ~ In red the wine while night spreads its cloak, and frost becomes the glass Amid this but another autumns repose; bare the branches dripping to grasp Visions which etch her beauties name, about the windows pane; walking up the path... Sage the vase where petals fall, in joyous shadows upon the wall Pirouetting in silent streams of light; her knock, her voice, my hearts delight ~ **************************************************************************************** ...“Gold The Chalice of, My Beloved” *