The golden climb, with brook beside
The autumn hill, betook from my bedside
No sickly mange would stay my pride
I’d sit there where she lied
Those days of yore
Our hearts entwined, we swore
To set sail a golden shore
And live our days in golden rays,
Eve’s moonshines on the floor
Through the curtains near drawn closed
Never wanting for more
E'er the gods apposed
But hoar winds blew and change pursued
Our happy aisle shrank from view
The day I lost you, a silence crept
They bade me speak, e’er I wept
E’er the gods apposed-
I loved you
Atop the hill in autumn's chill
In nightgown, cap and playful will
The willow gloomed the evening shade
Bringing thoughtful tears, the vow made
I’d had her hand - as we had planned-
Living off the golden land
A fiery hearth had given birth
A heaven built on earth
Yet I lie in clover, the moon high over
Her willow glooms her stone
And far away the angels play
While we lie close and alone
Once upon a summer’s qualm,
I searched about the river, tangled –
The heron spread her bosom wings,
And upstream we flew
Until the sun melted, and the
Maple trees betook her gleam.
I spoke unto her,
‘O how terribly afraid I am,
The moon is out to get me!’
She smiled, and nothing more;
And ‘way forth did the heron take me,
To vanquish me at my front door.
The moonlit night echoed with the tireless thrill
Of the camouflaged cicadas chirping the time away.
A small tear fell downwards wetting her soft down
In sheer happiness. He kissed her tenderly,
Brushing her luscious lips with tender endearment.
Here and there fireflies danced to the cicadas tune.
The leaves of the large oak tree rustled in unison
As the moon and sublime stars shone on their love
Whilst her wedding ring sent flashes in signals
That it was time to retire to their room in the inn.
Back in their room, they ignore the half-full bottle
Of bubbling champagne, ridding their sweaty clothes
Betook them to bed, plunging their room into darkness.
The mystical moon shone on them as they hugged
Till she snuggled up into him tired and sleepy.
Both had just one dream, tomorrow will soon come.
The horizon was brewing ominous clouds,
Dark as if they came out of hell.
The once azure sky became hazy
As the north wind chilly breezes
Puffed up more stratocumulus,
Rain-heavy clouds signified storms.
I rested against the balustrade
Of the promenade, looking down at the sea.
Waves upon waves dashed at the dark crags.
Seaspray washed my tired face.
Above the seagulls came to enjoy
The thunderstorm that would soon erupt
Above the small bay, now emptied of boats.
The seagulls were indeed a sight to see.
Only a hundred or so circled the inlet.
They plunged into the sea for food
Irrespective of where the chilly wind blew.
They were an elegant sight to see.
As the first drops of rain fell, I betook myself home.
My wife was waiting anxiously for me
Afraid I’ll get wet. “Watching the birds?”
Clearly, she was not very much amused.
She turned her back on me, as thunder boomed
And lightning flashed but I went with the wind,
And clasped her round her winsome waist.
She did not resist, and neither did I.
Dawn spread iridescence hues,
Dancing on nooks and crevices
Of the high mountains.
Down in the verdurous vale
In nooks of winding paths
Grew all sorts of fruit
Like honeyberries, blueberries,
Jewelweed and yarrow.
I was more interested in the berries,
And picked as much as I could.
Before the shy sun rose to a great height.
No one could bear the heat of noon.
I betook myself to my cabin
Where a northern breeze blew.
I took a shower and examined the berries.
I could dance with bliss.
Winter will provide sumptuous jam.
It was said I was born of quenched love,
almost vanquished by a storm along
the Red Sea in a din of gray November.
Wandering around dunes, a Maiden
kind housed me comfortably--
O she, laughing among lilies in the quiet
and wild current; nourishing my psyche
with keen sensibilities.
Time passed between rain and light,
as I crossed Earth and Heaven with a sacred
power of a growing woman that clutched
the mystery of unknown incidences…
And when bells of a day's time have played out,
visions sailed in my mind--
that our King drew counsel from my foresight
warmed by an esoteric fire that burned,
speaking of prophecies and omens vouched–
this higher instinct streaming from ‘ Maiden Mother’
who opened a celestial gateway that betook me.
So the tale of a Priestess newly arisen
where legend's moments fell on a gliding leaf;
a story half told of my telepathic gift
of mortal beings honoring me, ‘Sybil, Sybil’:
yet, though revered as a sage, my own destiny
was not mine to hold.
Not even where I truly came from.
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7/7/2017
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