SCARLET GALES
A flurry of leaves kisses you, drink a jug of wine.
Romeo, where art thou? - He has gone mad.
The sobbing moon ascends, tender, warm and sad.
In the ancient Roman wood there are bridges clad with vine.
Prometheus unbound relishes the winds,
Changing his form as willows weep at dawn.
There are scarlet petals on the emerald lawn,
Where lindens blend with tamarinds.
Byron, are you still touched with fire?
Do you still revel in the taint of blood?
Do ruffled sleeves still grace your attire?
All poets are saved, like Noah from the flood.
Be praised The Holy Trinity, there are diamonds in the dew,
Where scarlet gales go wandering, a fragrance in the new.
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