Tuesday, April 8, 2014

POETRY: COME BE WITH ME

Come spend, my love, 
with me, this day
while warm, soft breezes 
gently play.
With meadowlarks 
in joyous mood,
as young fawns 
browse in dappled wood.

The earth fills out 
to Nature's touch -
with greens and browns 
and greys and such.
When all the world seems 
brightly gay;
Come spend, my love, 
with me, this day.



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Love's hypnotic rhapsody washes over me
                 It's bewitching spell drowning my soul
                        in wavewashed ecstasy
                 As I submit myself to her unparalleled
                                beauty.

               Pondering an endless horizon, I wonder at
                    the endlessness of my feelings;
                   Joy soaring to boundless altitudes
               Love, burning with an intensity which will
                           scorch the earth
                          purging it of hate,
                  Love, unbound and endless, which
                        will nourish the world,
                       feeding those lonely souls
                     who have never known Love.

                   My heart intones endless litanies,
                  for my love for you,as a religion,
                         and you, as a goddess
                  of all that is beautiful and sublime
                     inhabit the temple that is my
                                 soul
                Presiding over my emotions and desires
                        with arms outstretched
                   and understanding in your heart.

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