Transcendence

A tent of brightly coloured wool Along an effervescent pool Filled with deliciously cool streams This would last a week and I would surely weep For in my sorrows, I made haste Beneath a bleak sky adorned with clouds of thought Menacing a downpour of grief I left the bosom of my camp And could not recall my steps The fierce winds of the desert deleted my trail As the winds of time would delete my memory from all that ever beheld me The clouds of thought once again embraced my mind and etched on the bleak skies a certain name A name sweeter than sweetness itself With a velvety texture surpassing that of silk A name that transcended the barren plains dancing around on the tongues of angels And stretched to the bitter and sweet seas It is a name unlike which any man has ever beheld For though many share it None could wear it with her grace, borne of the musk of paradise itself A name that evokes images of beautiful pearls One that sends shivers down my spine When I envision her delicate visage A name that spreads warmth from the core of my soul Which slowly percolates through my being to the tip of my nose This name can only be the perfectly sculpted form of -????? whose true beauty transcends that of meaningless words A mellifluous name when uttered in any tone It shimmers and shines and radiates brilliantly Even upon the twisted tongue of the vilest crone I remember the day when the winds of authority blew on our firm grasp And whisked her away on the cursed back of an evil black horse And it is with this heaviness that I thus sink Into a pitiless lake of anguish