Poem: Intoxicated Wine of Love
Golden mist envelops the morning Sky
With tenuous comeliness of yellows, oranges and reds spilled,
The fragile wings spread and Fly,
Whence clouds wept and distilled?
O’ I’ve become a patient of alexithymia,
‘Twill not cure till you pour
The intoxicated Wine of academia,
Whilst on yonder shore I’ll roar.
O’ my lotus-like feet tread with gaiety
And only cease to the Flute playing in the woods,
Whence does heaven derive this silence weighty?
My sleeves are drenched and so are my hoods.
O’ my eyes blink with scrutiny for the Emporium of Love;
Love has retained me in the arms of my darling –
One last kiss and a shibboleth of Dove,
As I utter, I see you charming.
Lo! A verse is entangled on my lips
Compelling the goblet to replenish with Wine;
Ask me, I’ve seen the morning Eclipse,
For it is Seductive and only mine.