I You gaze silently and stare squinting through your stained glass panes.
Now pulling aside sapphire drapes of flowing somber samite Replete with glowing organdy You gaze out.
Lo, a lazy mesmerized quixotic moon-- blithely blows kisses, wryly winks and coyly smiles.
Yea, a light seesaw of a day of ecstasy and spritely delight-- now wanes to a quiet evening tune.
II Transfixed you muse --attent through moist window panes.
And now enter the past pains through a flowing Rorschach panorama of fluid specters--
a pentimento painting of myriad serpentine days metamorphosing into mellifluous mellowing nights. http://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=752585&sitename=hart&poemoffset=0&displaypoem=t&item=poetry
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