first goblets of gold that hold vermillion
where the halls of mirth echo
cross the curve of time
reminding indulgent souls of
joy and wonderment
and sounds can burn eternal
how soft the wan spector
of twilight that glance the
sillouette of great accacias
that dance in the rhythm of
time stolen in increments of days
and darkness again comes to plunder
wonderment under heavens faint
whisper of cycles
such a simple pleasure to indulge
the last glassful of sunset
drink then and rejoice
(c)05/03/Michael
where the halls of mirth echo
cross the curve of time
reminding indulgent souls of
joy and wonderment
and sounds can burn eternal
how soft the wan spector
of twilight that glance the
sillouette of great accacias
that dance in the rhythm of
time stolen in increments of days
and darkness again comes to plunder
wonderment under heavens faint
whisper of cycles
such a simple pleasure to indulge
the last glassful of sunset
drink then and rejoice
(c)05/03/Michael