Sunday, 21 October 2012

Sunbeam Reign

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 Sunbeam Reign

I do not have the eyes of a poet
but on days like this I cannot miss;
Your golden fleece lowered down to me,
Laughing, waving, beckoning for a kiss.

You turn away your teasing eyes, but I follow;
With rickety but firm steps the echo of your footfalls.
Scintillating in your simple gown of white clouds but you show me,
shyly, your glory, your delicate strength, as you stand there so tall.

And then you burst into a thousand fiery blooms, blushing a deep scarlet;
You know, you hear, the sounds you fear, you shudder as the sky turns violet.

Its war, you know you cannot win, your fire is out;
Your tears run endlessly caressing the wounds of the world.
The sky shattered by the merciless lightening, grieves to you quietly;
The fierce, cold thunder : you fight on barely with love.

And then a deafening silence engulfs,
Your land, your kingdom, lost in a tearstained battle.

And amidst the chilly mist you rise again,
A maiden, modest in her beautiful morning garb,
Claiming what was always yours, gently spreading your golden mane;
Over lands and seas, lush and vast, where,
songbirds will sing and waves will dance,
The wind will flirt with the silken coy leaves,
Lovers will love, sheltered in your sunbeam reign.

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