Jan 2015
Lovers Cathedral
Sweeping her into his arms, breathing gently they searched into each other’s eyes, locked the light flowed between them, both turning their heads the cathedral opened, the grand forest lay before them
Gazing in silence, willow trees graced the soils as though bowing to king and queen, tall oaks reached up into the stars and unseen truffles perfumed their basis,
Rocks glowed emerald by cascading streams, where fawns of pale red whispered their thirsts, and doe’s liquid brown eyes watched in peaceful sermon
Pathways threaded in pristine white onion and blue bells, and pouring’s of wild milk orchards clustered as golden sun sprang forth, painting endlessly into a picture, their luscious orange centers exploding like solar flares, below green prongs quivered on the light warm breeze as though princesses skirts splaying in curtsy.
Webs hung delicately through the trees and leaves encrusted with tiny suspended emeralds reflected sun rays that cast upon pathways
Around sweet flowers of gold and fuchsia bees played the air with the sound of drums, and fairy folk rowed their soft backs each carrying baskets of shimmering dusts, ants paused in reverence as light clouds of purple cascaded down, then continued on their way.
Ivy touched by sun glow wound lovingly around trunks in lovers endless embrace, and giant silver ferns spread the miles dancing like royal court members, one in front of another lightly touching, young succulent growth centers curled as though bowing listening to celestial music
Fresh sea salt perfumed the air and waves rumbled the forest floor, excited they turned to the distant mountains, pathways fell below scattered with quartz as glittering rainbows of colours awash formed ponds.
And the two lovers whispered in chant;
“We lay behind the star bright sky,
we do not fear pagan of heart are we.
Lore of old we both do share, my love for you,
by day, by night, in thought and in sight,
will my soul lean meaning of this life again,
from our moon lit throats candles high flare,
our dance begins, I meet you there.
Gazing back into each other’s eyes, he stepped forth still embraced their hands fasted, behind the doors closed as they laughed into the cathedral mists
── goodbye they mused
© Arnay Rumens / A Sol Poet 2014
Sweeping her into his arms, breathing gently they searched into each other’s eyes, locked the light flowed between them, both turning their heads the cathedral opened, the grand forest lay before them
Gazing in silence, willow trees graced the soils as though bowing to king and queen, tall oaks reached up into the stars and unseen truffles perfumed their basis,
Rocks glowed emerald by cascading streams, where fawns of pale red whispered their thirsts, and doe’s liquid brown eyes watched in peaceful sermon
Pathways threaded in pristine white onion and blue bells, and pouring’s of wild milk orchards clustered as golden sun sprang forth, painting endlessly into a picture, their luscious orange centers exploding like solar flares, below green prongs quivered on the light warm breeze as though princesses skirts splaying in curtsy.
Webs hung delicately through the trees and leaves encrusted with tiny suspended emeralds reflected sun rays that cast upon pathways
Around sweet flowers of gold and fuchsia bees played the air with the sound of drums, and fairy folk rowed their soft backs each carrying baskets of shimmering dusts, ants paused in reverence as light clouds of purple cascaded down, then continued on their way.
Ivy touched by sun glow wound lovingly around trunks in lovers endless embrace, and giant silver ferns spread the miles dancing like royal court members, one in front of another lightly touching, young succulent growth centers curled as though bowing listening to celestial music
Fresh sea salt perfumed the air and waves rumbled the forest floor, excited they turned to the distant mountains, pathways fell below scattered with quartz as glittering rainbows of colours awash formed ponds.
And the two lovers whispered in chant;
“We lay behind the star bright sky,
we do not fear pagan of heart are we.
Lore of old we both do share, my love for you,
by day, by night, in thought and in sight,
will my soul lean meaning of this life again,
from our moon lit throats candles high flare,
our dance begins, I meet you there.
Gazing back into each other’s eyes, he stepped forth still embraced their hands fasted, behind the doors closed as they laughed into the cathedral mists
── goodbye they mused
© Arnay Rumens / A Sol Poet 2014
