And We Looked To The Rising Sun - Poem by Margaret Kollmer
you and I -
You shared with me a goblet
of the wine of your desire
and took my hand and led me
through elysian fields of myrrh...
Where tears are only raindrops
and sunshine seeps into
the darkest night.
I danced for you
a woodland jig
in the swirling mists of time
and patiently we waited
for the moon to close her eyes.
Intoxicated we stumbled
through the dapple of the dawn.
You and I
And our eyes on the rising sun.
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