Surfeit

In mountains blue awake this simple dawn
A perfect moment floods into the mind
Yet to the life urbane return this morn
Too brief our time in paradise we find
This quiet craving seems happy curse
Excess is not a state to be desired
Consider it not overly perverse
To only have as much as is required
If music be the food of love don’t play
In peaceful longing hearts become sublime
And so restraint will permeate the day
Exquisite brevity best uses time
Farewell to beauty, love and majesty
But heartbeats pump the soul with memory

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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