thoughts of
you were agony
intertwined
with utter bliss
no noble calm
resists where
vagrant emptiness
invades
relief is sought
a reverie, moments
bought with Bacchus gold
for peace of mind
I steal from dreams
a pilferer who clings
to vines of memory
climbs again where
blossoms sing – they
seed a scent with
redolent imaginings
on which I feed
© 5 January 2008, I. D. Carswell
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