Step into starlight,
lovely and wild,
lonely and longing,
a woman, a child...
Throw back drawn curtains,
enter the night,
dream of his kiss
as a comet ignites...
Then fall to your knees
in a wind-fumbled cloud
and shudder to hear
oak hocks groaning aloud.
Flee down the dark path
to where the snaking vine bends
and withers and writhes
as winter descends...
And learn that each season
ends one vanished day,
that each pregnant moon holds
no spent tides in her sway...
For, as suns seek horizons,
boys fall, men decline.
As the grape sags with longing,
remember—the wine!
Originally published by The Lyric
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
" And learn that each season ends one vanished day. that each pregnant moon holds no spent tides in her sway" . Fantastic write with equally fantastic flight of imagery.10 points.
Thanks, I'm glad you like the poem.