of gladness past forlorn haunting,
the touch of amber memories
of lying stillness,
for longing azure seas.
Your arms enfold an angels wings,
the thought of you whisper of things,
beyond love's treasures, trappings,
of diamond brilliance,
the bright songbird sings.
Eros strikes a mighty blow, tender
in intention, but power toward render,
your figure glows calls, beckoning,
I become but a lender,
a visitor to beauty.
For as a keep you in my dreams,
garlanded in honeysuckle reams,
a bed of red roses peeks the pink,
as yellow rises to star the
rare blue, rarest of all.
A gown of fairy wings iridescent,
a garland of olive to round your scent,
and daisies ruffle the hemming,
violets the edging fastened sure,
no petals drop upon the path.
I would have you beautiful or plain,
for the skin is mere vessel of disdain,
and reflects not the nature or spirit,
the kindness or the truth, fidelity,
the grace of love is what I seek,
In you I find the spirit of the sparrow,
the love of the mother hare, the know
of two mates for life, the cats on
the ridges roam, wolves pack
twilight, call to crescent mother.
You are nature as a waterfall clinging
to fall below to birth a pond singing.
You are my friend, mother, lover in
the clearing waters of my fate as
I have found and I will make it.
� 2000 DPMcClellan
