Oh gracious evening that now entombs me,
by the ghosts that mark this place.
Bear the truth that now enshrines me,
to the heart that gently speaks.
Let me be a man this hour,
to pronounce the opening of this flower.
How will I but her will pleasure,
with the Moon the Stars will leisure.
Be kind dear Muses bear me wisdom,
let me see through this jaded prism.
So to walk here in your measure,
this place of love and so much pleasure.
Where senses rise with such elation,
and Angels sing with jubilation.
So weary now I close my eyes,
to solemn sleep and gentle sighs.
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Published: June 2009