The wine of dreams I’ve deeply drunk
Here on this autumn afternoon,
Where I now see ghost cities sunk,
Below a titan moon.
Now harps astounding in their tone
Come from lost courts deep in the sand,
While here I am bereft, alone,
This seat of lost command.
Out of the sea, out of the storm,
That foams within my well aged wine,
I’ve learned the ways of death and harm,
The idols all supine.
My drink of dreams is drunk once more,
The night wind drones its antique rune,
Out of the sea my paramour
Below this titan moon.
She splashes to me, she is gowned
In red within our own lagoon,
It’s been ten years since she was drowned
Below this awful moon.
Author notes
This poem is dedicated to Darianna (although NOT about her!)
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Ah, an adventure into romance and lost love in a setting deserving of a prize! I wish I could zap you a picnic basket to go with your wine.
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Im thinking of timeless wine put on a shelf and drunk only on nostalgic occasion in small quantities savouring every inch of sensual memories ... well that was my perception haha wow you use awesome words ... i must read my dictionary. Beautiful poem, smooth like merlot =]
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Great fun to read this poem was. Lovely language and entertaining adventures in the narrator's mind. Well written!
, Dannie
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Oh, this is sad and wonderful too
I love the form here, presents the story nicely.
A pleasure to read!
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aw Eusebius! Shucks!
Love it!
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