Your songs are like
An angel's harp
One thousand horns
Blown by Israfel
Your dance is like
A water drop
Naiads on water lilies
Exalted by the daffodilies
Your bust be like
Two moons
Cosmic sculptors
Chiseled thee
And your eyes
Shine divine
Minerva's light
With Athena's likeness
Casting shadows on your lips
Which hold such earthly depth
Greece and Rome
Wax and wane
At their reign
And at their wealth
Dost thou ever be
Like Narcissus?
Caught in a bubble
Of one's own reflection
In thine beauty
And thou's graciousness?
Dost thou ever wish
To swim in one's own
Rivers of hair?
And embrace that endless black
To which the night cannot compare?
If only the milky way
And the starry sky
With Venus and her
Sibling planets
Could match the gleam
Of your eye
Or the music
Of your play
To your mountains
I wish to be a tenet
Like those gods who
Lived upon Olympus
Can't I be a single hair
Upon those curves
At which the angels stare?
Or a single tear
Twinkling like sapphire
As it dwindles past your ear?
Just sharing in your beauty
To which there is no peer?
Glory to the Unseen
That said there’d be
A bounty such as you
As to the Mysterious
Who painted the sky
Its luminous blue
Blessed be the poet
Who bares witness
To the unfolding of the True
You are the dialectic of history
Bearing fruits of majesty
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