"Lilac wine is sweet and heady where's my love?..."
the sun did hide behind the clouds
uncertain shadows crowed
he looked for light among the crowds
to claim what he'd been owed
the crowds disperse as they would do
when needful was his heart
reminding him of all that's true
that lonely is his part
so somber was his state thus worn
to sit and wait for rest
as flowers birthed new heavy thorn
from failed unspoken test
remembers he that loves first kiss
is all that he did need
to find that hopeful heady bliss
and plant that inner seed
the seed that grows in passion's flame
that only he'd produce
he's thankful for the kiss that came
to plant for future use
ignoring knocks outside his room
his steady mind now honed
the thorns did wane as flowers bloom
from inner light he owned
~Moses
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