Potions and Poems
by James Walters
No magic could entice me
To shores where sirens sing;
No potion could entrance me
Nor shield my memory
Of evenings cloaked in violet,
And music fresh with dance,
Of soundless moments treasured
That offer the awed chance
That fate has weaved her magic
And from her velvet loom
Come images I'll savor
Of potions, poems and you.
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