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Sunday, April 14, 2013

I Was As Two Acquainted

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

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