Blood Red Rim
Tis beauty rare contained therein
Ne’er to divide
Her crescent blood red rim
So guard it well
With cloth and prayer and seraphim
Then rise my love be born again
Tho still so very far away
How fondly shall I think of thee
Wrapped safely in an ancient shawl
Pon leather chair and yes before
Her mirrors opaque and vacant stare
She sleeps tho fitfully dreaming of a lover
Then ponder till my safe return
Then let us dance and dance again
To this most sacred requiem….