Come Pour The Wine, O Lover. A Sonnet, Dedicated to Deergha
With Gratitude, Deergha, For Your Selfless Love
Come pour the wine, o Lover,
Let me be steeped in Your vintage unparalleled.
Sweet rhapsody emerges, from the womb of Love Itself,
As I dance to the rhythm of my Besotted.
I wish to twinkle sweetly;
Be as debonair like the stars.
Let my dreams take wings,
With no equal short of Paradise.
Then we’ll be as suave as the celestial nymphs,
Gracefully bounding on heavenly vines of Blissfulness.
Lute or flute, all play the burning music of the Spirit,
As I dance in mystery, to the cadence of Ma.
This Heart is consumed, with a white effulgent fire;
I know neither my name, nor whence I came.
-Manatita, The Lantern Carrier, 22nd March, 2015. ©Copyrighted.
Love, Sweet Love
Do you dream of the spirit of intoxicated Love?
© 2015 manatita44