A NIGHT AMONG THE STARS

I have searched for my fairest, chosen one
In the cloisters, in the gardens, in the bowers of the sun,
And in the dark, when the flapping wings
Of the black, mysterious moonlight
Surround me in the ominous night
I hear the radio that sings,
Blaring with drums amid the stark, sacred sight
Of a wet, glistening field.
And I press my eyes against the stone
Carved with time, the crawling vine,
Inebriated in the potion that it yields-
In the sense of being quite alone.
And her long, enchanting hair of a diamond hue
Spreads across the evening like a rare, fine wine
Painting all the astounding stars
With a mystic shade of blue,
Sobbing with the eglantine
To the sound of guitars,
Where the chatter rhymes
In the tired, old bars:-
All of this is the path to you.

John Zwerenz