In Trances Of Ecstasy (A Sonnet)

IN TRANCES OF ECSTASY

Let us sleep upon the hallowed beach,
In trances of ecstasy,
Each to each,
A spouse and a lover,
Beneath where the fragrant lindens hover.
There, in the wine-laced, marvelous air,
We shall inhale every vine-clad symphony
And depart for the teeming, stony towers
Of our majestic lit, eternal lair.
And from our bastion’s glorious heights
We shall bequeath our gazes upon the rosy bowers,
Where silhouettes are married with showers,
At peace with the day and the tranquil nights,
In the boons of redolent, solemn hours.

John Lars Zwerenz