All the Stars are Thine

Kenneth Daniel Wisseman

for Poetry Showcase

I dreamt of thee ’neath luna’s beam,
 A fairer face ne’er seen
Or shone an azure gleam
 Upon that Morpheus sea;Above my twilight sky,
Thy form as a cloud gone by.—
Formless in vespertine;
’Tis here, my girl—all the stars are thine.

Ah! cerulean ebbs celestial,
 That ocean lambent glows
A dulcet lull—dreams unreal:
 That taste of Lethe’s timeless flow,
The sate of indigo eyes
Still flickering in my skies
Beneath the lonely pines;
Above, my love—all the stars are thine.

’Tis said to die is oblivion’s nap,
 But a dream empyrean
On shores where where welkin waves lap,
 Woes washed in waters lethean:
O may that drink be as sweet
As the taste of thy lips so meet,
A sip of nocturnal wine;
On eventide—all the stars are thine.

’Tis here low sylvan pines shadow
 Nigh that faintly sounding stream,
Alow the moon aglow,
 In this dell—of forbidden dreams.—
O to ne’er awake from sleep!
To descry the shores of thy deeps,
Tenderly—I touch thy lines,
And whisper shy—‘ All the stars are thine.’
 

Kenneth Daniel Wisseman
June 7, 2017

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Permission has been granted to reproduce earlier work on xiv lines.