Poetry

Chance the night, oh fragrant wind
Beckon to its drowsy calling
For ‘tis there she rises high
And in the morn’s seen falling
 
Two different worlds on blanket lay
Before creations dawning
T’was there, her glory first espied
Began her lover’s fawning
 
The gentle glow upon her face
Her light of azure gloaming
A reflection of the love he feels
His warmth of heart e’er showing
 
Chase the wind, disrupt the tides
My lover, oh my soul
And to thy darkened bed abide
In part or by the whole
 
Though mine eyes rare find your face
Upon the darkened night
Yet ever shall we meet and dance
Above the blue twilight
 
                     ~By Christopher Britt