The Wine is Poured

The wine is poured,
and candles lit.
The bed is opened wide,
to wait the lovers
and their mysteries.
Soon the humming,
of the mantras sing,
the fires burn,
rekindling.
Quiet -
Peace, then sleep.
Or waking,
from the Dream to be.

Vincent J. Filomena 11/93


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