An Ecstasy By John Lars Zwerenz

AN ECSTASY Her long, dark locks wavered in the breeze. As my soul ascended above the trees, All became a diamond light - Brighter than any earthly sun. I beheld her hair through a brilliant fountain, As her pitch-black tresses were overcome By the shine of flaming, silver pearls, Until I fell into an azure sea From where I saw her walking, Walking very slowly, Beside a teeming, stone wall - Adorned with gilded vines. She passed with the ineffable gracefulness Of an angel immersed in gold, In a dress of regal white, As billows soft and laced with fragrance Kissed her hair with tears. JOHN LARS ZWERENZ {C} 2018