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 drink throughout human time.
If essence be upon my soul,
Neither good nor evil distaste so full.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 7th, 2026 03:34
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Comments2
This poem reads almost prayerlike and unfolds its story in good rhyme. Nicely done
Thanks again for reading. Im not sure whats more exhausting. Reading or writing them. Lol
You are most welcome, one for one writing is I think
Nicely written
I like when you interpret them. I appreciate compliments. Dont get me wrong but you are a genius when it comes to this. Thank you for reading though Friendship. I admire your virtuous opinion.
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