~ M'Lady / Sob / Shakespeare Revisited ~
~~~ M' Lady ~~~
" In hallowed wonderment I beheld a waxing, baronial lune steer across the zenith of the heavens like a mighty argent chariot racing towards the midnight void of infinite cosmos, wherein a shackled belt of Orion and the imponderable reigns of Neptune abide, forever festooned in their orbital majesty.
~ " The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth his handywork." ( Psalm 19:1 K.J.V.) ~
Nestled amidst this sanctuary of adoration, herein, was my deathless wish for her, sown across a skyway of borderless dusk.
As unto a burnished envoy of lambent dispatch, thy votive appeal whisked in and out of the sprinklings of star-kissed blankness, foregoing a gala paraded by crystalline sentries and dancing wisps of the spectral hours, to be ferried by reality to the ageless throne of her true home. "
~ Sob ~
" Kitten eyes mount angel pillows,
Concealing cries of tearful billows;
Thenst segue salt seiche o' bloodless water,
In falls, from thy beloved daughter.
Breaching canthus walls of grace,
Tressed fountains sprawl youth's sculpted face;
Blonde wicks, meandering soundless thought,
Suffix rent heart's resounding mort.
There's a foot 'tween head and beating heart,
Wherein heav'n may stride a fleeting part;
'Bonsoir; bon huit, until the 'morrow',
Whence sunrise whisks away thy sorrow. "
~ Shakespeare Revisited ~
( A modern take on the beautiful and timeless lines of The Bard ).
Could the glowing rays of a July morn' ever dance without shame in your wondrous presence?
There be fair maidens that abound with silken complexion and do turn some men to stone;
But you, my love, surpass them all,
Melting one's heart with the incandescent flame of thy dulcet song.
Death himself could never boast, nor cast sable shadow upon thee in his swart domain,
For, in these embedded words, thy resplendent harmony shalt warp all time,
Envisaged, throughout unclouded windows of forever.
Aeons may pass; the breath of man may cease, yet the undulation of thy soul doth shine brighter than a nuclear burn.
I would preserve thy beauty forever eternal in these lines; as I write for thee,
And only thee canst moveth fair quill to extol thy praise my enamoured Tsarina.
The heavenly torch may betray itself and the stars fade back from whence they came;
Yet shall your loving, crystal orbs of delight live on.
As long as words can be read, then shall thy beauty remain....time....forever tied to your eternal eyes;
Smoked mirrors of true blue that sparkle this night, reflecting surrender amidst the promise of your sweet Shangri La.
Ye Ende ©