Magic Carpet Tours

Madam, your chariot arrives, of camel hair and silk Sparkling like the pleiades, sweet as heaven's milk And all around us whistling, willows wet with songs That you and I adrift on a dream may beyond all go Back to that sweet palace where better wisdom flow Solomon basked in oil, there retreat from the throngs. I am your Solomon now, and you my Sheba, dear My heart before you vow, O beauty,shines with light Soft the ivory's tinted hue, the tap where beyond compare The bridal bath is set, the marble clear water flows And O the frangrance, as spices their aroma throws On your sweetness'touch, restraining me with delight Let us linger no more in fruited gardens, where silk soft Upon our bodies tremble, we have taken our fill; few oft Can share, palate and tongue salivating still, push aside Crystal plates, and glass, and silver-gold cutlery. We can Dance now, you and I, the music of times blended in one, Skin to skin our bodies touch, my sweet, eternal bride This is the palace of the great Solomon, love celebrates Its crowning moments here. Let me feed plum and dates, Let me rinse your breath with wine, and it shall not be yet Sweeter than since Eden brought together our kind, free Falter and to fail, and then to rise and come again, new glee Of heart, new resolve of soul, for love is sweeter with regret. Joy there is no better companion, and none but you to take For there where Solomon stood we may undo all mistake And besides you deserve to taste the luxuries of the ride. None but you, for you alone can bring the magic to all I do What use are kingdoms, and wealth, and all else if I yet rue Hours of loneliness, and time apart from you, come O bride. I love you, darling, woman, child. You fragile bird of bitter storms Who like Eve far away, fell to the deceit beyong my purest arms, Behold your chariot, feel its charms, the magic carpet of goodness Truth, and Joy. Lie is imagination behind closed doors, trust is key To open hearts and make life's highway clear. Come, enter the acme Of the moment, for trust is come freedom gives birth to happiness. David Smalling;Taking Joy Wellington a ride; 8/22/2012