by, 12-03-2008 at 10:33 AM (1460 Views)
An Apollonian delight to the eye,
A divine revelation to man,
A million honeyed velvet strands
Foretelling days of Spring
Two bluebirds on high
Twittering black haloed mysteries -
The love for Hyacinth
The beauty of Narcissus
And Venus’ dead Adonis.
When God speaks, terror strikes men;
Kings topple kings , nations shatter
And vanish from the earth.
With his fingers
He reshapes landscapes.
Tornadoes, earthquakes and whirlwinds
Enrich or impoverish,
And indulgence destroys within.
But for all of this
He blesses us
With the grandeur of nature,
The rain-drop glistening upon the delicate oak leaf,
The dappled heavens cascading at Autumn twilight
The crystal moon casting her starry blue rays
upon earth’s green carpet.
And your face - AH!
The crowning king of current creation
(man is the pinnacle of His craft,
As crime is the nadir)
With a glance
it calls me like the sirens
With a gaze
it lures me to shipwreck my soul
upon the beach of your beauty,
And to make an idol out of a being.
Our universe now stands
As testimony to the impermanence of man;
Husserl’s epoch’s, Yeat’s gyres
Will unwind and respin
And your beauty will pass away,
with each falling grain in the hourglass,
What time gains
You will lose
Until all is spent in death.
So let your lips blossom
Forever, like honeysuckle in September,
And transform these honeyed strands to gold
And blue eyes to platinum silver.