In The Dark Of Some Outlaw Place
By John Delonas
In the dark of some outlaw place,
Our love in warmed ashes reposes;
Priest and sacrifice an incense's unity,
Life and death sleep in each other's arms.
While memory waits his hour
When banished Reason finds again the city dark,
Worn, and all cold after heated holiday;
And walks the halls haunted with revelry,
Behind him move the hushed drapes soothing,
And covering the ruined colonnade.
He sees, too late, the grey light of dawn
Cut the chill of the ebbing sea,
And a black-sailed vessel bound fast
For Thessaly.