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The Waiting Room

Marvellous elliptic magic Moon Tears of honey served on silver spoon Morning cold enough to crack a stone My love will be here soon Jupiter ascending to his throne Indifferent, untouchable, alone Deis Pater, Lord of light and sky The bird of love has flown And it will be a long while till we lie, Limbs entangled under gravid sky The Spheres conduct a melancholy air Lament for she and I The weight of light impossible to bear Ice and fire refracted in the air Our souls entwined like vines about the moon We sing her silver tune

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Ingrid Showalter Swift

Date: 6/17/2017 5:37:00 AM

, I went to write and saw I had written before....Re read and fell for it all over again. Great poems can do that to ya

Ingrid Showalter Swift

Date: 4/7/2017 12:08:00 PM

Oh I adore this! "Tears of honey served on silver spoon Morning cold enough to crack a stone" gravid sky Way to crack open the old with newness!

Eileen Manassian

Date: 3/26/2017 2:46:00 AM

Beautiful and enchanting! Celestial revelry...made sweet with ecstasy. Thanks for your visit to my poem. :)