My Beloved

Silver this chalice; placing it atop time's 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 autumn's 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 love's path.... Sage the vase where petals fall, in joyous shadows upon, the twineful wall Pirouetting amid silent streams be light; her knock, her voice, my soul's delight ~ ******************************************************************** ...."Gold The Chalice Of, 'My Beloved'" *