You Have A Beautiful Archetype Poem by Ewan Paterson

It came to me
who you were.

It was revealed
in the leas
of a demi~tasse
of darkness
through which
you gently stirred
sweet granules
of chivalry.

Ennobling me
to dream
of being
Cyrano
in your company.

Cast down
in a starlit
silver pool
as lunar
ambassador
to you
Rosalka.

Advising you
to await
the dew
when the birds cries
silences your
song to the moon
to where we both
shall be stangely drawn.

Lunatic in love
with night. I want to
spare you the tragedy
of your beautiful archetype