NEW WINE
 
the veil of morning is lifted

day rushes in...

the wing-sing of midnight

finished at first light

spent...image-bewildered

surreal, lace-covered dawn
 

my love songs continue

with birds to accompany

we sing sweetly, illusioned

of an unfathomable mystery

                lost with the night
 

leaving me wandering, waiting

                desiring...

the sublime longing of wonder

the day is new wine of infinite

                variety
 

- T. H. Keyes

 
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