Your Berries are Sweeter Than my Heavenly Wine. Tuesday's Inspiration 8 to Crezyl Joy Villa Sabrido
Audrey Howitt, my Dearest Nellieanna and others appear to be either too busy or taking a break, but Hub Pages are becoming lustred with great female poets. It is to one such poet that I offer these three pieces of Love, longing, nature's beauty and mystery. Thank you for your presence, Crezyl and welcome here.
Gratitude Supreme. A Free-style Sonnet
The mind flowed radiantly, on an emblazoned
Firmament; my Heart was a fire of purest joy.
My soul burned with intensity,
Touching the fountain of eons of knowledge.
I sprung out of my nakedness and longing,
Became a pilgrim, in this hallowed field of struggle.
Smiling and dancing, my inner sun ascends,
On a chariot of Light.
My mental cobwebs become disentangled;
I leave behind the shadows of the night.
Love has filled my Spirit, with the magic of its sweetness,
My dreams of millennia, are now fulfilled.
I die to the ego of my own doing,
As Love fills my Heart, with Gratitude Supreme.
Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. August 16th, 2015
Your Berries are Sweeter Than my Heavenly Wine
I thought I sung like magic, a kaleidoscope of
Eloquent words, waltzing on the colour of rainbows.
Yet the pressed berries, dripping from Your crimson lips,
Are so much sweeter than my heavenly wine.
I play a magical lute, editing its own symphonies,
Its chords resonating on scarlet horizons. Yet my Beloved calls: “Come! Come! Entreating only,
The intensity of longing in my soul.
O my Heart, thy travail is minimal; thy burden light.
This mind is cluttered and unkempt, like a garden fading
Post seasonal spring. No surprise then, that you are Love’s
Pet darling. I am a child spoilt by the allure of sensory toys.
You are a pinnacle of majesty, thy innate grandeur cooling
The flames of Paradise. I am a spark of pearls robed
In corals, lying on the rugged bed of aqua-marine waters.
“Come! Come!” The voice of Stillness calls. “Come!”
Let us ascend on a chariot of Light, sweet Shyama;
Pour into my soul, Your golden Silence.
-Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 9th December, 2019
She showed me the magical landscape of Ireland and my
Heart melted. I saw the verdant hue of the proud mountain
Across its seas, and began to dream.
The swift torrents rushing into my heart could not be measured;
I made silent promises to the crimson moon, I longed to keep.
Aye, my soul holds a thousand treads of emotions, I wish fulfilled:
Visionary dreams of colourful fauna in distant lands;
Mountain trails and valleys, lifting my troubled mind like
A winged-Pegasus, flying into the freedom of infinitude.
I walk miles on smooth sand, dancing on soft blue,
Aqua-marine waves of the Azorean scenery; the palms
Of the Andalucian beaches, whisper to my breath, “Venga!”
Dreams … just a sampling of unfulfilled desires.
Imagination, O imagination, Love has blessed you with the Light of endless
Possibilities, dancing in my bosom; hoping for an awakened sunrise.
Manatita, The Lantern Carrier, 5th December, 2019
"The agony of my Heart reached out,
To the vast indigo blue of the perennials.
The crimson clouds kissed my soul with beauty,
Her tears awash with dreams of yesteryear,
When She was free." -Manatita
Sweetness and beauty
A silent peace?
© 2019 manatita44