Andalusia
Andalusia,
I have come to see you,
From far away,
Seeking a lady of regalia,
Beneath your radiant skies
Of azure blue.
I have heard her pining, royal sighs
From a moonlit ship docked westward
In the soft, Spanish cradle
Of a deep, tranquil bay.
Her hair is of a raven sable.
It is redolent, wavy, graced and long.
Her name is of a sacred song.
At night I hear her angelic voice sing.
Her soul is of Juliet's terraced wing,
More enchanting than that lover's fable.
She is the daughter of a generous lord,
A survivor of The Carolingian line
Who rules with a kind and kingly hand
His vassals who labor, reaping dreams from wine
In the scarlet dappled land,
In the sun among the vine.
John Lars Zwerenz
Spectacular poem. I wish I can see Andalusia as you have shown in your poetry :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Spectacular and romantic poem. :)