The Sacred Night Poem by John Lars Zwerenz

The Sacred Night

Where breezes grace leaves, solemnly in the grove,
Through boughs and blooms, touched by the sun,
We wander through the dales, lovers as one,
Dreaming in trances, as vagabonds rove.

And in the somnolent depths of the sacred night,
When fountains in the courtyard sob and sigh,
To majestic blues in the glittering sky,
Bestowing to the statues a radiant and silver light,
Your gaze of amber, sable and soft
Graces my own, rising aloft
To paradisan heights as we kiss and embrace
As only regal angels know
In the sumptuous, white glow
Of the moon's adoring, crystal face.

John Lars Zwerenz