An Angel's Song Poem by John Lars Zwerenz

An Angel's Song

We ventured out in the gray of night,
On amber furrows beneath linden trees,
Where the breeze caressed your naked knees,
Smooth as a stream, kissed by the moonlight.
The fountains which sobbed in the marble square
Bequeathed to the brisk, aromatic air
A somnolence of grace, repose and song,
As I worshiped your black and braided hair,
Which sighed to the stars, mellifluous and long.

John Lars Zwerenz