The lasting light, above our brow,
Tell me only, here and now.
Give me dreams of peace so pure,
Neither evil linger more.
The state of love, it dies of fleet,
Upon the beauty you shall meet.
A lasting moon, or midnight tide.
To die to gather if a bride.
My heart it dwells upon your lips,
As memory does if reminisce.
And water brings the gift of wine,
As Christ throughout human time.
If essence be upon my soul,
Neither good nor evil full.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
So classical in the feel of its meter and rhyme this poem sends its message to all. Well done
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