Azura The Muse




               Azura de'palls the grid, 
surveyor on placebo crystal pillar lampstand, 
mid eyeing treeline,
at curmudgeon sky.
Angels filter embrionic ether sift of gland, 
at will beyond reason why as song impends.
Joy expands to fill empty vessel, 
like a potters clay, wheel spin off of love.
To make it rise in sentience and have 
witness of the day, cogs to move
like Fury's and Valkyries blessing the Sun.
Something of its own, has self bestowed, 
but not on it's own but with witnessed promise Elysian Ode.

It is granted from the fertile soil turned by the long suffering toil, cascading from eyes to ears, 
in water,-shed fountain beyond the years.
An urging of his mistress, poetess.
She is his elixir of siren 
and beauty in his Chyrened espouse.
Gowned at the orphanage of foundry.
Engaged at the gaze of our Father in vowed. 

Love, she is his muse, fountain of holiness, 
his empress to empower.
She makes ready for the wedding the courtship 
and bridal shower.
She is his bride, 
and He shall not forsake her for another,
Protectinme. 

You are radiant.

You will be given away by the Holy Spirit. 
But kept, instill as inSister, 
Mothered within His power through Mary, 
who is God's Mother.
Love is in the Temple, Tower.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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December 18, 2023 at 1:15 PM
The connection between the poet and his muse, described as an elixir of siren and beauty, is beautifully expressed. The references to the Holy Spirit, Mary, and the profound concept of love being in the Temple, Tower, add a spiritual depth to the poem. Your words create a tapestry of emotions and images, making it a truly immersive and thought-provoking piece... You have great knowledge in these area, you must be well read..
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December 18, 2023 at 4:43 PM
Thank you, Silent One. I was compelled by the feminine aspect of Love. If it matters enough for God to call Mother (God does not lie). Then there is a beautiful mystery here that all females should cherish and will one day emulate as answer to Man, in more ways than we yet know.
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