by John Lars Zwerenz
Music permeates the late afternoon.
The shade where you walk is bathed in felicity,
In contrast with the setting daylight.
Above the myrtles rises the solitary moon,
With a languishing solemnity,
Preparing for the sacred night.
Your hair, raven and long, frames your fair face,
As all scents combine about your body and dress.
The sighing umbrage is an amorous place,
Where you lean against the bough for a kiss and a caress.
Beneath a cloak of somnolent leaves,
Your beauty commands these autumn eves.
And you leave me speechless as I behold
Your tresses of dusk, your gazes of gold.
From:
A LADY FAIR AND OTHER POEMS
Copyright ©:
2016
Last updated June 20, 2016