Michael Edwards

NIGHTSHADE WINE

 

 

 

NIGHTSHADE WINE 

 

Deep within a tenebrous gloom

In deepest glades where wood gods reign

The muffling leaves of thickening years

A carpet spread in dark arcades

 

A place where music tends to tears

And only by the spirit heard

Her mind still sternly exercised

As unsolved puzzles intertwined

 

His image etched within her heart

Enshrined there as divinity

She wove her dreams on looms of love

And swam in life’s deep passion.

 

Within the recesses of time

And wrapped in swathes of doubts reserve

Held down by weight of shadows

She drank the nightshade wine.