Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heav’ns joy,
Sphear-born harmonious Sisters, Voice, and Vers,
Wed your divine sounds, and mixt power employ
Dead things with inbreath’d sense able to pierce,
And to our high-rais’d phantasie present,
That undisturbed Song of pure content,
Ay sung before the saphire-colour’d throne
To him that sits theron
With Saintly shout, and solemn Jubily,
Where the bright Seraphim in burning row
Their loud up-lifted Angel trumpets blow,
And the Cherubick host in thousand quires
Touch their immortal Harps of golden wires,
With those just Spirits that wear victorious Palms,
Hymns devout and holy Psalms
Singing everlastingly;
That we on Earth with undiscording voice
May rightly answer that melodious noise;
As  once we did, till disproportion’d sin
Jarr’d against natures chime, and with harsh din
The fair musick that all creatures made
To their great Lord, whose love their motion sway’d
In perfect Diapason, whilst they stood
In first obedience, and their state of good.
O may we soon again renew that Song,
And keep in tune with Heav’n, till God ere long
To his celestial consort us unite,
To live with him, and sing in endles morn of light.

Lost

A breeze caresses
like the hand that is no more
memories linger

found

eyes meet in heaven
The earth moves with great spirit
hearts weave together


waiting

endles rivers pass
time swirls hopes of love then stills
Eyes gaze lost upstream

betrayal

her eyes beautiful
his hand on her like vines
her eyes beauty died

his hands felt afire
hypnotic waves of passion
end a once true love

reunited

thick harsh forrests grew
Between them branched a heart
Twas an olive grove

longing

across endless stars
hopes find little way closer
to the lost heart beat

Desire

Folding bewtween flesh
woven souls wind through valleys
the molten heat lit

romance

Daisies scatter hills
he picked one of perfection
tracing her gently