balladeer of moons
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Anticipation
Anticipation
When the emerald-dark drink of your body's evening
Carouses with the lemon slice moon of my mind --
Then I have more than strong consolation --
For then the Guardian of Dreams sits up in my blood --
And my high spirits sing and all my whirling world anticipates
Something spectacular -- as the green drink allures
And the Defender of Romance watches and waits
For the first dance of Spring.