YOUR ENDLESS REIGN
Woman, you hath made with your mellifluous gaze
A Siren's stream of melodies, alive with diamond stars,
Among the silhouetted shade, amid the gilded, glowing bars
Of our fireplace that sighs- a mind that is a haze,
And a song that is one with the arborescent rays
Of lindens which weep to the strains of guitars.
For outside, upon our window pane,
The angels have declared with grace
In the solemn canticles of the rain
That I shall never know another face,
Nor another parted, raven mane
That will ever take the sacred place
Of your Siren's gaze, of your endless reign.
- JOHN LARS ZWERENZ
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