SACRED GLANCES By John Zwerenz

Sacred Glances

In our rustic cabin,
Over tea,
Your sacred glances
In the twilight dances
With solemn stars-
Majestically;

The glowing bars
Within the hearth
Caress your face,
Like an angel's hand,
Softer than silk-
From beyond the earth.

And all the stars,
They weep in space,
And tint the panes
With a fountain's trace.

SELECTED POEMS By John Lars Zwerenz: THE PALACE

SELECTED POEMS By John Lars Zwerenz: THE PALACE: The Palace The magnificent palace with its windows of blue, And its marble walls of gray, decorated with gold, Is the dwelling of a lad...

THE PALACE

The Palace

The magnificent palace with its windows of blue,
And its marble walls of gray, decorated with gold,
Is the dwelling of a lady, whose hand I long to hold.
Her spirit is true and humble, and her heart is true.

She lives up high, beyond a gate's gilded bars,
In ornate chambers which look out upon the sky.
She is modest in her demeanor and in her dress-
Quite unusual for this day of ours.

She blushes easily, and is somewhat shy.
In her innocent musings she pines for a soft caress,
And sings of fair love to the gardens below.

I have searched for her palace in the rain and in the snow.
And I have seen her in its courts, in her wanderings and dreams,
Where fountains sob in their immaculate streams.