Arrowsmith's Fire

Wine laced love stained pages of verse
Bound and forged by visions lore
At the arrowsmith's fire
Mind like a candle burning

In a masquerade of dumb eyes
Scars of seasons passing
All life comes to but one moments'
Flickering heavy in the hand

Smooth to the thumb
Patterns of fable, horn-crescent adorned
Picture and pathway
Framed in endless show

Twixt the gaze and the eyelid's wink
In a soft lit room with mellowing drink
All life comes to but one moments
Slippery touch