A cup for a winter's night

Heart of Light, ©YiotaKarioti2015

Brew me a cup for a winter's night.

For the wind howls loud and the furies fight;

Spice it with love and stir it with care,

And I'll toast our bright eyes,

my sweetheart fair.

~ Minna Thomas Antrim.

"If love's a sweet passion" - Henry Purcell (1659-1695) The Fairy Queen

If Love's a Sweet Passion, why does it torment?

If a Bitter, oh tell me whence comes my content?

Since I suffer with pleasure, why should I complain,

Or grieve at my Fate, when I know 'tis in vain?

Yet so pleasing the Pain, so soft is the Dart,

That at once it both wounds me, and tickles my Heart.

I press her Hand gently, look Languishing down,

And by Passionate Silence I make my Love known.

But oh! I'm Blest when so kind she does prove,

By some willing mistake to discover her Love.

When in striving to hide, she reveals all her Flame,

And our Eyes tell each other, what neither dares Name.

Ye Gentle Spirits of the Air, appear;

Prepare, and joyn your tender Voices here.

Cath, and repeat the Trembling Sounds anew,

Soft as her Sighs and sweet as pearly dew,

Run new Division, and such Measures keep,

As when you lull the God of Love asleep. 

And now in Autumn as I wait

Lionello Balestrieri, The Kiss

And now, in Autumn, as I wait

for winter's hard and long cold days

my mind with your reflection plays

this evening late

The room in shadows, walls in grey

All colours blend in one blur knot

A vision painted with your thought,

flies by, astray

Some call it longing, or desire,

a madness send from gods above 

asking my heart, I name it love

a shiny fire

Thin purple leaves caress the moon

I smile to chase the clouds away

dreaming you will  beside me lay

loving me soon