Timeless Lovers
(for DC)
Tangled in
the crimson threads of passion,
we imbibe the palatial splendor
of another time
as we sleep beneath
a golden chandelier of dreams.
From our high-beamed chambers,
through the tall windows
of our love-nest
we can see Lake Como
whipped into a turbulent fugue
by raging winds that howl.
In the eve of dawn
I discover you,
like a god from
the lyrical legends,
writing a love letter–
or did it write you?
Captivated, we are woven
into the magic of the music
Liszt composed here,
so long ago.
Arising now from
our tangle of crimson threads,
we waltz down
the sky-high halls
of the hotel’s grandeur,
holding hands with
the lovers of all time.
Carolyn Mary Kleefeld
(courtesy of the author)
LINK: http://www.carolynmarykleefeld.com/
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