A Cup Of Gold Poem by Mike Miles To Go Schnaz

A world in a “wish”
a dream in a “dish”-

Long and slender
svelte and tender,

A gazelle lies
naked and shining….
….an Oasis reclining.

Her dawn blinds his rights
to this fill of heart’s delight...

Still,

This Goddess of the plains
with bow and quiver,
feels no need to shiver.

As lions weeping at the sight
have no heart of might

Knowing all Love....
...derives from Light,

And at this Juicy
Garden of sHe-den

Such a Golden Sun
can be drunk
but not eaten.