sweet liquid bliss

what sad tragedy is this
but the nature of things verboten
had i all but forgotten
how sweet is this liquid bliss
endless moaning
effulgent droning
druidic treants swoon
beckoning the tardy moon

ushered by high scorching dust
wild winds bring prayer or bust
reluctant sky yields forth
culled from this column orth
nectar of its denser liquid
releasing repast relatively gelid
after an hour lagging languid
leaving cleansed sky quite limpid

sweet night so cool
shall linger with this fool
only as a tender memory
as the days become incendiary
still savoring this respite
though it shall only last tonight
yet for now i repeat the refrain
thanking sky for precious rain

About Brad Werner

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