A MAIDENS BOWER

IN ALL THE LANDSCAPE BEWILDERED NOTHING IS EVER EXPOSED

ALL IS NATURE TRUE AND KIND TO HOLD

IF THERE WERE THEN BLANKETS COVERING THE TREES

IT WOULD HOLD THEM IN BONDAGE

LIMITING ALL THEY WERE MEANT TO BE

IT IS ONLY A BLIND FAITH THAT STANDS IN DISBELIEF

TO BELIEVE WHAT CANNOT BE SEEN

THERE AWAITING THE FIRST BORN EVE

THE HIDDEN DEPTHS BECOME ALIVE

SHE DWELLS IN A SECRET WOMB ON THE EVE OF A BRIGHT NEW MOON

SHE IS CREATED IN A PERFECT GUISE

HER FINERY IS NOT SUCH AFFECTION

THE MINDS EYE IS HER TRUE PROTECTION

FROM SUCH FOLLY WE ADORN

COULD WE FOREVER DREAM TO SEE

UPON A MAIDENS BOWER; CLOTHED ONLY IN HER NATUTRE

IS HER CHERISHED SEED

-MICHAEL PINNELL