A Poem for Gerwine
Gold upon gold,
half hidden upon the burning aisle of earth.
Sickle points raised heaven-ward,
where mountains belch from the grass
of spontaneous repasts...
Gold, subtle and cream, posted
for the illumination of half-days,
when the moiety of stolen glare visits
the eye of the world.
O' Gold, shine on!
You increase my pulse with that gleam,
so breathtaking like the birth of a mirror.
Sickle of gold, pierce this gloom of distress NOW!
Fall into my palms silently like Gerwine's lone trinket.
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