Hidden from eyes both bright and empty their joys are caged behind flame
Never to be seen or touched it grandeur restricted from knave and dame.
We crave the sweet fruits although it flesh has escaped our lips
our desire is as eternal and true as the sun and moons rise and dip.
The ironic truth that all but we know is that within our veins and bones
lies the nectar and seeds of the the ancient fruits as pure as diamond stone.
Elegy's Overture 
Some very powerful imagery here!
Thank you enormously for reblogging my poem yesterday – no one has ever done that before! Most kind of you 🙂
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It was my pleasure.
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