Her eye's crochet the sweetest honey taste, from afar i canst touch her face; in only dream state for now.
Though ourn spiritual confections are locked in sky mode, heavenly perfection; myth's to men, reality of the unseen beauty.
Namelings of celestial fountain springs, nubivagant moving and dancing; aye, aye, none tears to cry.
Fears shed like scales, new thoughts, new thinking; eating pomarious delights, the river of life from which comes ourn drinking.
Surrounded, soon shalt we be, where tree's art high as sloping hills, where breath gives life; where life is free.
Impigrity wilt help us as we'll focus on scenes, aloft places believed; to be lost or fabricated.
Though the sights shalt be real,
As ourn latibule wilt be close;
To the field's that bloom yellow,
Wherein the grass is to thy waist,
And thy feet like pillows feel.
©lonesome poets poetry
©earl jane nagley dedicated
Afar: far away.
Canst:archaic for can.
Confections: action of mixing or combing something.
Namelings/ persons bearing the same name.
nubivagant: moving throughout or among the clouds.
River of life: literal river that comes out of gods throne in heaven.
pomarious:of or belonging to an orchard or fruit-garden.
latibule: hiding place.
Thy, is your also thine yours
Thou is you.
Aye: Scottish form means yes