I Was As Two Acquainted
I was as two acquainted
in a dream
With memory and
musical waters
I caressed the folds
of an alizarin stream
With trembling hands
that falter
And sought the seam
and journeyed slow
That flows from black
to shadows
The poetic hand did rhyme
below
And sang amidst the
meadows
I whispered soft on
golden braids
But not in words but
prayers
And sought the parting of the shades
Beneath the edge of
crimson layers
And then as one
acquainted in a dream
In depths of rhythmic
flow
The beating of the
hearts supreme
Between the hues that
cry and glow
Then sunrise came and
time returned
No wine to cheer or
feign
Save one hope, all
others spurned
That I could sleep
and dream again
