i.

Inside the aumbry of thy rib's,
Mine verses there queen
Shalt alway's live. When
Thou doth close thine
Engineer orb's,
Knoweth this
Mine Jane;
Mine pearl.

ii.

Long agone, god choose thee,
To be mine darling from the sea;
The one who whisper's to me when I sleep,
In thy soul mine poetry speaks.

iii.

If tonight mine inhalation shalt cease
I'm not just flesh, but a spirit antique;
Mine word's hath come from the up above,
To show thee forgiveness, and Christ's own love

And don't forget queen where thou camest from
From the Almighty's hand's wherein life dost come,
Where the Angel's fly, and the mountain's hum
Past the human sun, in the third heaven.

iv.

So go to sleep Reyna, and dream of me,
One day we'll meet, O' please believe;
And when thou dost wake in the morrow
Thou shalt seest the clear amour that follows.

And smile we wilt do plenty of,
For we aren't of earth, but sky's above;
And when thou shalt see the light
I'll guide thee where there is no night.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl jane Nagley dedicated ( àgapi mou) dedicated

Out of sawdust and bone
marrow, I marry you. Softly
waiting on the water’s bed,
Lilly waits with nothing
in Her tender hands. ******,
they call Her into receive
communion with minist’rial
blood running to Her feet.
I will marry you after
you place my flesh
and blood under your
tongue. Tuck away
the paper splinter,
solid in its abdication
of sin. Sing the charity  
stuck off your lips.
There’s somebody buried
underneath the altar.
There’s somebody’s blood
left in the wine.  
We’re chewing on his
bones. We’re picking
out the life inside. There’s  
life left between Her  
legs, there’s stale purity
knocking from within
the aumbry. White
ages to ivory as Water
bleeds to wine.

She says she does.
She says “I do.”