My Beloved

Silver this chalice ? Placing it atop the mantel to stoke the fire which burns In red their wine while night spreads her cloak, and frost becomes the glass That but another Autumn's repose ? Bare these branches dripping to grasp Visions which etch her beauty's name, about love's rose clad window pane Adorned with day two heart's she claims, while waltzing up this path ? Sage time's vase where petals fall, in joyous shadows upon, his twineful wall Pirouetting aside silent streams as light ? Her knock, her voice, my souls delight.. *********************************************************************** ...."Gold The Chalice Of, 'My Beloved.'" *