Magus
light
and thunder
resounding
applause of god
bearing his prerogative
as passion’s birth
lays heavens gates
to rubble
comes he
drawn of verse painted
silhouette in palettes
borrowed of monet a reflection
stolen from renoir dreams
and wrought
in the rhythm of twilight
mist like a soft song
sung of rapturous echoes
reflecting blu swirling midnight
and alabaster stars sizzling
in champagne
offered at the feast
of eros and aphrodite
bless magus he
as the languages
of romance ring
like crystal
to his touch
and she lilts
for born of he
she is
beautiful
magic
minuit
en chant
magie noire
aux nous
~haze
07/28/99
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