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Among The Vines
by Deborah Russell
The vision of my dreams
I've seen
unlike that of Yeats
how far it is to peace
where the bird of time is perched
upon the heaven gates
Yellow petals fold in color
leaves spin and turn'd
a wreckless heart has heaved
and breathed and churned
Still thoughts
of spring's sweetest wine
linger upon my lips and tongue
Soft as saffron rose and sweet
as tea with honey
I climb'd the vine
with casual grace
to glance upon each heaven's face
Where tables laid with fruit and sweets
and paradise lingers,
yet awaits steadfast
to greet tomorrow
and never fades the day
I sipped from chalice cup
And of today,
I'll sip the wine and sup
By autumn wind the winters chased
with kisses sweet upon the face
And breath to breath
will whisper clear
to my ears and eyes, words
so tender, sweet and dear
And where I climbed
the flowers sweet
love did kiss
upon my softened feet
This tender heart
has given well
to lovers all
amid the swell
Upon the sands
I've danced to songs of love
and sweet romance,
fingers interlaced and twined
among the roses of the vine
In psalms of love to beauties bright
that held me near till morning light
and to some that stayed for just one night
To all who kissed these wings of flight
and those that hold sweet dreams at night
I wish for you the purest light
Those many loves and dreams of mine
that bloomed along the trellis vine
I've tasted each, and all - the sweetest wine
Though many kisses, still I'd truly take
if only for this living's sake.
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