Tryst
Arise, my Love!
The night is young
with varied verses
to be sung
in cobbled streets
‘neath starry climes,
away from eyes
& darker times.
Arise, my Love!
Throw wide the sash!
Our kin have fallen
one and last.
No one’s awake
to foil our flight.
The day has dimmed
and we are night.
Arise, my Love!
I bid thee rise
& shame the moon–
though vaunted high–
for candles naught
she holds to thee
but bends her beams
to bow a knee.
Arise, my Love!
& we will go
to watch the waves
where out they flow
to leave the land
til dawn returns
& stroke the sun
when daylight burns.
Arise, my Love!
from far off sleep;
true dreams know naught
of counted sheep
nor distant worlds
where Somnus stands
but press in pairs
& knitted hands.
Arise, my Love!
The hour’s nigh;
the night is brief
& breath slips by.
But time is stilled
where lovers meet,
to whisper hope
with lips replete.
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Really delightful. Just sings along. You capture the thrill of the tryst very well.
Thank you, Bill!
Was a fun one to write mid-night
Exquisite! Such joyful energy.
Thank you, Pam!
Classically beautiful.
Thank you, Lee
Saul, Simon and Solomon. I believe you’re writing your next book…
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Your use of the formal language helps this poem have great music!