Our Chambers (A Sonnet) Poem by John Lars Zwerenz

OUR CHAMBERS

The splendorous ocean, the broad, vast sea
Billowing beneath the arch of the sky,
Enraptures our souls, as we dream and sigh,
Engulfed in a radiant harmony.

The courtyard by the grotto, clad with vines,
Where the white statues made of marble rise
With slender fountains, in a solemn wise,
Serenades the mountains, laden with pines.

The pleasure of the peaks, in somnolent array
Refreshes our gazes, and our hearts which pray
For bliss come the vespers, the stars and their plumes.

Now that the rivers swoon with rosy blooms,
(Below the bright terrace, they flow in the light)
We shall kiss in our rooms, in the moon glow of night.

JOHN LARS ZWERENZ