Wine Laced love stained pages of verse
Bound and forged by Vision's lore
at the Arrowsmith's Fire
Mind like a candle burning...
In a Masquerade of dumb eyes
Scars of seasons passing
all life comes to but one moments
Flickering Touch
Heavy in the hand, smooth to the thumb
Patterns of fable, horn-crescent adorned
Picture and pathway
Framed in endless show
'twixt the gaze and the eyelid's wink
in a soft lit room with mellowing drink
all life comes to but one moments
Slippery Touch
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