Black Poetry : Paintings of Love

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  1. HODEE

    HODEE Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Hail Love, Hail Love, because Love is divine
    It is tender, it is beautiful and benign

    What passion, what passion, we are burning like the sun
    It is hidden and obscure, it is an obvious sign.

    We've fallen, we've fallen, it is hard to rise up
    We know not, we know not, this complex chaotic design.

    Hail the moon, hail the moon, it is curved like a cup
    To the features and the world, it gave shape, shade and line

    Dismounted, dismounted, his horse the King of Kings
    Hail the dust, hail the dust, that his trail would define.
    What picture, what picture, is drawn on the canvass of the heart

    How strange, how strange, with the heavens must align.
    Be the silent jug, be the silent jug, that holds the secret

    From the left, from the right, everyone seeks that wine.

    This brook has such a song, that turns our fortune's wheel
    Not of fate, not of song, neither of this clay of mine

    Neither trap, nor of chain, then why do we feel encaged?
    What shackle and what rope is ( like love ) so strong yet so fine?