In homage - splicer of Aladdin's reel;
a bow, beneath the centered piece so drawn
and slants alive in shade of noblest seal,
no other blushing temptress ever worn.

To hasten tryst; may taint her Jasmine gaze
as lashes flutter onto other's love
how then beguile and keep her ardent daze,
thereby no more in spite - a lonely dove?

The mystic canvas; mine - eternal beat,
and soars in winds, which sail's her gentled tones,
adrift and glides, to bloom this rose, complete
once withered long beneath the hermit stones.

If journeyed nether brittle; sways no guise
remote and marvel then - her Jasmine eyes.

The nightfall smears a biding shade and plume
as Nyx complexed the clear diurnal day
and skews the stoic lensing out of gloom
alike the hearted Eros, wrought his sway.

How still the specks of frost on balm and reed
like stars arranged in view for crystal eyes,
and glazed upon the tips; a sweetened mead
which lovers strive in truthful, purple prize.

A sullen stratus coats the idle orb
succumbs the amber beams to patchy lure,
and from within uncertain skies absorb
a kindred duel; dreamers must endure.

Tonight, the morrow, all thereon to be
to ardors flux; at night is when to see.

Scouring walls
sanding hands
grazing galls
varnished strands

upward stroll
winging tips
silent roll
grooving rips

sighing depths
whispers fall
staining breaths
unknown wall

senses bare
flooring sand
wetted air
dripping gland

morose dew
sickly lashes
mourning pew,
perching ashes

sleet-river veins
mist-tide lobes
stringing strains
vermilion globes

pale slim
stilling beat
liquid brim
sinking seat.

If reached beside the pearly cradled rose
therein a rattling joy; o' stillborn child.
What uttered mine - unsaid angelic prose,
should passing lay my husk and essence wild?

Awaiting yonder womb were tepid wings;
inflamed with bonding warmth of kinship love,
like softly feathered pads and rocking swings
then ardent glows, as seen and known above.

The wailing babe is music sung and sought,
for more a sleepless dusk - had since apart.
For eyes which never opened wide were wrought
and taken here and strolled in golden cart.

Should words in amber fail and infant pine,
behold the spectrums soul, the same as mine.

My grief is told of yonder meadows green
how far, as they appear - from crater deep,
shriveled of stream which perfused this ravine
how can I weep - as none is left to seep.

No petal bloom unfurls, nor ruby shine
for withered wrought the scalding cupid sun,
begot but mine and left a hollow shrine
wherein its done, was fought and sorrow won.

I droop like snowdrops within summers haze
and drift away in hope of Floras' Spring.
To mourn is daze - mislaid in trepid maze,
alike ivy that wring, I tie like string.

The distant lush is all but spectres of lime
yet may I find, the greener grass, with time

Wherein the haven, my own stillborn child?
The cradle couldn't illumine gilt enough
or crafted pure, as love and kin is styled
even if cushioned - in abodes of fluff.

To wonder, eases tears regarding why
and tunes the silence of idle bluebirds,
as Springs' rebirthing season traversed by
which lingers only clouds of greyish girds.

As I remain within the sombre sky
and plead of brighter days - to this unborn,
it dawns as timely - everyone shall die
and light shall perish all the darkened mourn.

Wherever wings the baby souled divine
assure to find - O' little one, and mine.

Shall I endure her vilest winter frost
and splay archangels in the idle snow
until the maple sequins ochre glossed
cavorting upon autumns brittle glow,
thereon in spring rebirth and bloom delights
were to retain the lust of our romance
and when summer's a haze of tepid lights
shall we exult upon the bay in trance,
ashore her amber braids ablaze in strands
and lustre into my myopic eyes
carom thereafter onto golden sands
careening then onto the grainy spies

as long as her diverse seasons cascade
myself alone shall wait till summer's made.