Free Verse # 260 (upon night’s altar)

Her poem a candle-flame
in the dark swaying, pleading,
for his breath to embalm the darkness
with the pure light of dawn,
folding her in him.

~

In the roaming breeze
she catches his scent
and blossoms
as the flower
before the dawn blooms
feeling her Beloved’s breath
in the still wind

~

Into the desert
of their passion
they walked,
two figures falling
off the world’s edge,
their abode a garden
in the heart of dawn.

~

Upon night’s altar
I lit my heart,
a candle-flame
gently sobbing
a river of longing
seeking for her arms.

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