Passing Time

Passing Time

 

May angels bring me a chalice

of the finest wine

By the hour may I sip

of an ephemeral elixir

To guide me into the realms

of soporific ecsatsy

May the sun shine as I slumber

in the shade of tranquil contentment

As bees pollinate the luscious

hibiscus and oleander

May I close my eyes to this

beauty and retreat

Into the cave of memorablia

where my soul took root

A distant church bell 

pierces my reverie

The landscape has a divine 

quality of celestial delight

Into this I drift and glide

blissfully unaware of the waves

that crash against the shore of

this tropical island

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