Gleaming droplets douse the mead
bringing with its breeze the scent
Of weeping willows Babylon
bedding down for winter's
chill
Like two young lovers intertwined
in the frivolity of life
Leaned one over with gallant whisper
betrothed domains of
ceaseless time
Coaxing her to drop her veil
to shroud his cloak around her frailty
As two together become one
to ride the
winds of no tomorrow
Coquette mortality enraptured
a beam of light adorned her lips
With head leaned back welcomed her
captor
inhaled the sweet October mist
Caressing gently hallowed bodies
undulate for Dusk to see
Not yet kissed the waning
siren
as Azrael waits patiently
For pendulum must swing away
from transient fear-uncertainty
Although he holds with
timeless hands
the siren soul safe in his palms
