Our Sombre Sweet Wine Lives Poem by Terence George Craddock

I heard a million souls
rise fall on moon swoon words
the moon is the blood pulse heart beat;
infusing all vast myriads planet earth lives
run on fast fleet feet fall
on time shimmer skinned knees;

in all whirlpool river emotions
the allure full moon plucks
quick silver heart beat lives;
we are flesh framed instruments
feelings time weather tuned are our heart strings
come hear orchestra embedded melody sung;

our sombre sweet wine lives...


Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
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