This adoration at dusk is
the tempest of illicit
love possessed
blown in from temperate seas
rides easily the walls of
impenetrable fortresses
climbs craggy steeps
sweeps soft dells
with wild energies
In a restless night
it lights the firmament
binds the eyes with
abandoned delight
in sightless gaze which
steals feeling in a maze
of appealing contradictions
it knows no other way
This love at dawn
heralds a softer
countenance
wears the sleep-mask
creased of its
slow-warm indulgence
smiles long to the shy dance
of new-sighted eyes.
© 4 March 2007, I.D. Carswell
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