Darkness yields Light

by Larry Chamberlin   Jan 20, 2020



My sun has set, I cannot tell
the weaving of the black thread
from that of the scarlet red
since ever you bade farewell.

When you return we will twine
dark fortune with wine eros to sheets
under which our mortal conceits
might conceive love’s shrine.

Light the candles, it is timely done
start the center and work outward
speak out loud the sacred word
so now this wedding cloak is spun.

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  • 2 months ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Well written, Larry. I know how difficult this rhyme scheme can be, too.

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