I Gaze And Swoon With My Beloved. Dedicated to Faith Reaper, by Manatita
To:- Faith Reaper, for her love of exquisite beauty, of sweetness, sublimity and of Light ...
I'm rejoicing on the horizon's edge and dancing in the twilight.
My enthrallment with my cute Lover,
Has taken me to an abode of alluring delight.
The tears of joy flowing from my eyelids;
The feel of Her sweet palm and magical fingers
Running down my bosom, has transported me
To a compelling Silence, far, far away.
Searching endlessly for many winters,
I abandoned many charms.
Even my joy, my peace, my happiness ... all for my Lover -
The sole Giver; the Source of these beatitudes.
Now that She has bound me with Her Love,
I swoon in trance, drinking ceaselessly,
From Her cup of solace supreme.
I am now content.
I sit on 'dizzy' heights in the firmament,
In a stupor from heavenly wine and exquisite tranquility.
Here in this meadow of enchanting flowers,
We two Lovers ride as One on golden chariots;
Gaze and melt into the beauty of our Love,
And create our own Christmas's.
The melodious sounds of 'Silent Night' and 'Noel, Noel ...'
Resonate in our Essence, and the eloquence of the
Singing nightingale whispers sweetly in my Soul.
The stars glitter to honour and embrace our rapture,
As the moon, adorned with luminosity and grandeur,
Extend its invitation to reach out in excellence.
The pull of my Darling's Love overwhelms me,
And so I gaze beseechingly into Her eyes
And in Silence speaks: "Slowly, my Besotted."
My Beloved smiles and lifts my inner vessel with Her radiance,
As We sport and dance on an Everest of ecstatic bliss.
O, how I wish to remain in this rainbow of serenity and perfect Joy!
Alas! All too soon, I find myself transported
To the chimes of Christmas bells.
The haunting melody of 'Hark The Herald Angels Sing',
Of snowflakes drifting outside my residence,
Suddenly arrest my attention, all
In tune with 'Glory to The Newborn King.'
I remain peaceful, as awake, as in my dream.
-Manatita, (Bard of Solace.)1st July, 2014.
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