A Cup Of Wine Would I Give Thee*

May the sun ever shine
upon your hair
may stardust light your way.
So the glory you enfold
may shine forth like a rainbow
made of elfin coloured gold.

May the wind ever cool your brow
and whisper
to you of wonders
it has seen on other days.
So you may ever walk
in a fresh tender breeze
while the wind serenades sings
for you among the enchanted trees.

Telling you of stories as wondrous
as tints of Autumn’s falling leaves
yet amazingly diverse
like the springtime flight of bees.

Sacred bees should fly
only to the sweetest
of wild meadow flower,
then seek out far flung blooms
treasures that grace
only secret hidden glades.

In remembrance of starset lovers
in consecrated blessing
of their finest hour.

Gathered nectar
mixed on nuptial wind
Greek gods
would bring to me
upon your lips
only could it
honoured be
a cup of honeyed wine
would I give to thee.

Fain would the angels be
when I held that cup to thee.

I would give you wine and song
to bless the startling memory

of first reborn celestial day,
veiled in radiance, you came along.

When you touched my heart
with a love, pure, endures ever lasts.
Took me from cold depths of stone
to a jewel, radiant shines for us alone.

In another world we roam
always together
never more apart

on breath of love
that endures longer
than mere mortal heart.

Copyright © Terence George Craddock