Irish Nectar of the Sun Goddess

This mystical aura of golden radiant sunbeams so sublime With a warm mead laying lovely below its enchanted neck, Is breathless releasing gasps of white-hot-fire breaths now, All spiritual within one and a thousand sighs, it whistles too. Brightly your radiance shines through the deep blue oceans Where rainbows are misted with shades inside a desire born, With curtains falling—revealing a beauty spot held precious, Whilst in your heart glows warmly a true love priceless pure. A royal crown bestoweth upon thine mantel of soft ‘n purest silk, Now spangled as dewdrops glisten brightest on mirrored slippers, As a divine swan upon one wave began dancing on joyous ripples, An old Irish jig played on in this moment dancing you and I, as two. The Merry Old Leprechaun looked on with his wee-soft eye twinkle As the Sun Goddess giveth her divine breath to this sacred harvest; Now to beareth the sweetest of fruit with warmest rays of gentleness, So all can shareth this grandest garden moment of holy eternal glory. We all shall now, forever and ever, prosper in this heavenly abundance Whilst we sheddeth a most wee-curious light into this eternal paradise, As you and I, and the Merry Old Leprechaun shareth a passion so true, We drinketh gladly the sweet ‘n stout Irish Nectar of the Sun Goddess! Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem Copyright © All Rights Reserved (January 17, 2017) (Quatrain)