The White Angel
Speak not to me of Edelweiss,
Come share this scene;
Cast jealous eyes towards Lucerne,
For by it’s banks, in verdant calm,
There reigns the White Angel supreme.
Mis-stepping tourists, hounds unleashed,
The rudest climes;
She only bends towards the east,
And when she’s plucked, unreadily,
Soon, phoenix-like anew she shines.
For those who pass but see her still,
Do ken her worth;
Unchallenged purity pervades,
For as she sleeps through daylight hours,
Displays her brilliance on earth.
As Night descends the Angel wakes,
Now magic shows!
Her dark interior unfolds,
She fades into Night’s majesty,
Swayed only by his rhythmic prose.
One whispers of her origins -
A gypsy's fate.
I only know that since I glanced,
Medusa bound, my lifetime’s spent,
Fixated in her mystic wake.
Copyright © Emmanuel Paul | Year Posted 2009
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