Written in a Former Life (as a bad poet) circa.1672

How pleasantly the candles glow
and glimmer in the bright brass bowl
and oils and spicy musky scents
hang heavy in the Aire

And Mere-Ones sing
below the window
eerie tales of loss and sorrow
lovers dashed ‘gainst rocks of Morrow
afloating in the Watere

Where are you love?
my earthen Angel
Uriel, with goddess body
men have left you bruised an’ bloody
but i will kiss and heal my lady
laying on the Grounde

Oh tremble as the cleansing fire
shakes our weak, mortal desire
but our sweet lips create another
to dance upon the Flame.

And so another glass of grogge
before I stumble in the fogge
another life does wait us there
find me in the light.
For we have lived so many times
as brothers, sisters, lovers, wives
we’ve suffered every ecstasy
and eaten of humility
we’ve been hung and we’ve been sung
in ballads of the wandering one’s
and now we go not to return,
just one more glass of grogge
my love.

2 thoughts on “Written in a Former Life (as a bad poet) circa.1672

  1. Pingback: Written in a Former Life (as a bad poet) circa.1672 | Diary of a Dog Fiend.

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