Jesterhead
05-20-2010, 08:00 AM
In the garden of the lady fair,
Laid as if she slumbered in delight.
And so the open skies did stare,
At the azure fields of heaven in its sight.
Set with flowers, of the orange glow,
Around the gentle white sparks dew.
Like twinkling stars, within a rainbow.
That sparkle in the evening blue.
Lies a little virgin girl to rest,
Blushing in the golden cast of the sun.
Sweet and pure in her light summer dress,
As adorn as the modest rose and beyond.
Beautiful as the rose, that lies in her angelic hand,
As the steady wind strays upon her golden hair.
Slowly as if the azure leaves dripped on command,
She opens the eyes, of the long loved lady fair.
As I beside the apple tree stand by,
She looks at me and to the river between.
Which slowly streams in her lovely blue eye,
As she looks down, I against the apple tree do lean.
A bridge is then built over the saffron river,
That did not flow onward to the sea.
The quiet river that did palpitate forever,
As then for a love to come, to let it be.
Laid as if she slumbered in delight.
And so the open skies did stare,
At the azure fields of heaven in its sight.
Set with flowers, of the orange glow,
Around the gentle white sparks dew.
Like twinkling stars, within a rainbow.
That sparkle in the evening blue.
Lies a little virgin girl to rest,
Blushing in the golden cast of the sun.
Sweet and pure in her light summer dress,
As adorn as the modest rose and beyond.
Beautiful as the rose, that lies in her angelic hand,
As the steady wind strays upon her golden hair.
Slowly as if the azure leaves dripped on command,
She opens the eyes, of the long loved lady fair.
As I beside the apple tree stand by,
She looks at me and to the river between.
Which slowly streams in her lovely blue eye,
As she looks down, I against the apple tree do lean.
A bridge is then built over the saffron river,
That did not flow onward to the sea.
The quiet river that did palpitate forever,
As then for a love to come, to let it be.