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.