The Guest - A Poem by Moe

"Song of the Pooka..."

one hundred years have long since gone

that heaven's rain did pour

a drought that drew the lovers dawn

so knew he rain to store

and tween the years did find he rooms

lightly rained of grace

but ceilings did refrain the blooms

of roses held to face

for time has drawn all landscape's change

where grace and depth lay rest

so now walks he the earth as strange

with roses laid as guest

~Apollo