MY BRIDE by John Lars Zwerenz {Excerpt from "Breath," a new book of poems to be published this year.}

MY BRIDE

 

I am in reality from beyond the grave.

I rove among the cool, green fields

Where grasses autumn breezes lave,

Living for the potions a fall day yields.

 

I care not for the changing time of year.

I know nothing of pain, confusion or fear.

White billows race above the vast, dappled grove,

The courtyard and the manor, the lagoon and the cove.

 

I await my bride in a black, ornate carriage,

In the center of the spacious square.

She arrives with the sable look of marriage,

In her dusky eyes, in her raven hair.

 

We wander to the wild glades,

In the swirling gusts of October’s air,

Kissing in the dusk of mahogany shades,

Of ardors eternal, of passions fair.

 

~ John Lars Zwerenz

John Lars Zwerenz

Bibliography:

SELECTED POEMS (2011)

MIST AND FLAME (2011)

VISIONARY WANDERINGS (2012)

SONNETS OF DUSK AND DAWN (2012)

ETERNAL VERSE (2013)

A LADY FAIR AND OTHER POEMS (2013)

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