Delicious eyes of magic fire,
Warm shafts that finger forth a touch
Of Love;
Enticing my desire
To surge through lancing beams
As rolling waves o’erride the ebb,
Which sheens, a mirror of the sky,
Leaves pools of cool tranquillity,
Enriched by sprinkled stars of pollen-
That fell from flowers, that hug the heaven:
Hidden beyond the misty trees,
Which blossom founts of rustling leaves.
These forks of light lash through the woods,
From dawning suns that melt the ocean floods.
PAUL BUTTERS
Feb 5, 2011
Feb 5, 2011 at 2:10 AM UTC
Delicious eyes of magic fire,
Warm shafts that finger forth a touch
Of Love;
Enticing my desire
To surge through lancing beams
As rolling waves o’erride the ebb,
Which sheens, a mirror of the sky,
Leaves pools of cool tranquillity,
Enriched by sprinkled stars of pollen-
That fell from flowers, that hug the heaven:
Hidden beyond the misty trees,
Which blossom founts of rustling leaves.
These forks of light lash through the woods,
From dawning suns that melt the ocean floods.
PAUL BUTTERS
© COPYRIGHT PAUL BUTTERS 1995. First Published 1996 in “Inspirations From Eastern England” by Anchor Books\Forward Press (my first published poem). One word amended since. Also Accepted 1997 by “Spotlight Poets\Forward Press”. Title changed 16\6\12 from "Her Eyes" to "Girl Eyes".
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