Remember thou, my
sweetest Love, that many forms
are yielded up by
the fickle grape: The
subjective grape might sometimes
yield up poison; but
it may also yield
up medicine that calmeth
and healeth thy Soul.
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Sonnet II: To Ease thy Longing
The way of this elixir is its balm,
So gentle; that, with artistry, would’ see
My mind and heart, my very soul, becalm;
As well it would, my sweetest love, for thee.
So gently should it wash away thy pain,
This gift of purest flavour doth recall,
As though it, soothing as a favoured rain,
Shan’t make distraught thy soul, that it may fall.
Forget thou not, my love, this cruel Earth
Gave art to elements wherewith may heal
Thine heart; which beat with sadness, yet with worth
And daunt, as doth an angel’s heart reveal.
Though haunted, all the lonely, even we,
May wash away our longing a degree.
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Intro 2: That which Heals
If this elixir
is the balm that, so gentle
and quiet, wouldst calm
my mind and my heart
nay, even my very soul,
my sweet love, for thee.
So gently shalt it
ease thy pain, as though a rain,
so soft, hath fallen.
This, of pure flavour,
shall not offer thee regret
and shall give but none
to thine heart; so warm
yet daunting as an angel’s.
Forget not, my love,
this cruel earth also
playeth host to elements
which may heal even–
in right proportions–
the loneliness, and longing,
we two have suffered.
Sonnet I: Nectar
If thou, my sweetest love, if thou, with me,
Wouldst share the sweet Xerex, that sweetest grape,
That loveliest of nectars, which may shape
One’s very soul, its very contours free;
That selfsame nectar I proclaim to be
The fabric, flowing as a fluid cape,
Which ribbons, over all creation drape,
Returneth me, my sweetest love, to thee.
Drink thou, this sweet elixir; know thou calm;
As will its magic sooth my restless mind;
Raise thou its crimson crystal to thy lips.
Drink we, such still, sweet, grape, such perfect balm,
And we have drunk the blood of lover’s, twined,
And conquerors who venture forth in ships.
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Intro 1: Xerex for My Love
Oh, my sweetest love,
share with me this sweet Xerex,
this, which I proclaim
Return’th me to thee.
Oh, my sweetest love, quiet
my restless mind with
the still, sweet, grape, which
is born of they who loveth–
they who conquereth.
Sonnet: To a Friend
Surrounding all the visible of life
Are reds and violets of all creation.
Hidden there beyond all earthly sight,
These outer hues defy our expectation.
Wish I, friend, to show how this empowers;
And to give you all that can be seen.
But still I know, for you, there are those flowers
You would fear to touch and may demean.
I’d wish for you to see the beauty there
As well as all the beauty that you know
And know I do your love is true, your care
Is real although the places you will go
Are only fully present in the known
N’er knowing all the hues to which I’ve grown.
Intro: To a Friend long passed
To a friend long passed:
We were not so different;
I wish you had known.
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