Her heart bore pure on Liberty's soils,
A daisy with Love's light embroiled,
Preternaturally wise as babe,
She speaks to problems of the age,
A symbolist sweet, a sanguine sage,
Through which God's inspiration rage,
Imparting slanted, coy allusions,
To her lamentable maladies and contusions,
All who outlive her and drink up words,
Know they somehow meet her, stomp in her herd.
Like a deep and darkling Rose,
She to Cambridge on thoughtful toes,
To perfectly emulate role of scholar,
Who thinks in fathoms, imagines far,
Each word rise subtly as a star,
Leaving door to soul ajar,
To more hardened, callous souls devote,
A sad sight that Zeus saw and, cursing, smote.
She was Zeus' cub, afoot on paws of passion,
Lordly, divine as a languishing Lion,
Who yet know not her sublime nature,
Praise instead the precious panther,
She renders him as curious creature,
Considering the bards as teachers,
But she, not him, most exquisite of preachers,
Traversing inspiration's bright, fantastic acres,
Hers the sublime, cherished pen,
That makes me ruminate again.
Enamoured of babes, the yearning young,
Her heart rending lullabies to them luscious sung,
Imagining Ducks, the zoo of the new,
Through my Heart a warm breeze blew,
For having seen a soul so true,
Leaving the sanctuary of you,
My Heart turns cold from red to blue,
A Promethean passing all bards rue,
Bereft of her flame's iridescent hue,
Pray that in Valhalla she plays anew.
Verse probes for Love, it's all that's true,
Peace grows strength in words that grew,
Planted devotionally under the yew,
Truths scattered on Earth like dew,
Her rituals pure, to the divine flame alloyed,
Heart suffice to inspire the rise and fall of Troy,
Mother Cub of passion's heath,
All her lessons have transcendent worth,
But the battles of life by stealth,
Disrupt her mission with bad health.
Trials of treachery tiptoe afoot,
Conspiring coy, to catch her boot,
My friend fights, struggles to slay her ghost,
A spirit stray, sad and lost,
She never knew that Love had cost,
But now Love's winter bites with frost,
Dutifully at desk inspiration bleeds,
In sacred poetic deed,
Thine destiny to inspire child to remember,
Your unique and your unusual ember.
Soar my friend your divine course,
That doth transcend the blight of hearse,
Thou art a flowering of godly light,
That inspires Hearts to swoon, take flight,
Love suffice to ignite,
The fury blaze in bard's sight,
Blake would cry eternal delight!
If he'd lived to see her Heart take height,
Betrothed to Zeus but astonishingly,
She lives to tower higher, more legendary.
