Ode To An Eastern Lady

1 Behold! that human angel hovering not in bright skies but on far-distant land a siren voice, hypnotic, echoing – desperate singing, sundry songs without demand – Till comes that calming gentle rest. Unfettered wings whose feather tips remain too still until in cauldron stirs the beast found’ring gales ablast from vicious East near off rip her appendages with his disdain – Till comes that zephyr from the West resounding with his promises, his prayer that joined would be they both in aether air. 2 But, lo! Across that mighty depth of sea where stands that noble knight in disarray his hand a pen to wield in poetry an arm to hold a shield from harm to her delay – Till comes for her he on his steed – The mighty dragon spewing searing flame to burn her tender flesh with hateful scorn repelled she with her wits not words foresworn an oath to not repeat nor say his hated name – Till comes the time they both agreed – resounding with his promises, his prayer that joined they may be one eternal pair. 3. At length their spirits crossed the massive span that ocean looming far too wide and deep one lady waiting long, long waiting longing for her patient man – her promises, the oath she vowed to keep for him in loving song. At last their spirits met in fond embrace and bodies twisted as a knotted rope in love together found, though sight unseen, he never saw her face, nor did she his except with faith and hope their love at last be crowned. 4 The gods looked down upon two distant lands upon what kept two loves apart and joined the knight’s and his fair lady’s hands into one soul, one beating heart exhaling into each as one communal breath immortalizing them without eternal death. Till now, no eyes have seen with certain sight these loves that burn in morn and evening light.