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Writer's pictureSpike Woods

THE GOD OF LOVE.

Crazy perfumed evenings and the rattle of  the heels,

The lamplit waiting streets can only echo what he feels.

His senses dancing gaily in the warm cocoon of light

And the lamplight gleams and whispers in the tender web of light.

Echoes, gleams and whispers come like visions in a haze:

The god of love is near us in a thousand different ways.

T

he morning’s clear precision broke like dawn upon my sight

And the sea lay calm and humble in the morning’s altar light –

And still the memory lingers of her standing in the sand.

The whisper of the ocean seemed to help me understand;

The whispers turn to echoes and come sounding through a haze –

The god of love is near us in a thousand different ways.


The nighttime’s secret dreams can bring us nearer to the truth,

And I met you and I loved you in the secret dreams of youth.

On Eden’s garden hillside in the golden auburn sun

We looked down on the world beneath us, wonderful and young.

The dreams of youth are clearer than the daytime’s  endless haze –

The god of love is near us in a thousand different ways.

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