Ekaterina Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

In the silence of love I grow
Sword of pearl understanding
Leave the battles of false pride
Wisdom arrives only in humility

My love like a morning dove
Coconut oil on her soft skin
Banquet shielded by new serenity
Writers only need a vision

Acacia hard as thrones
Golden dragons fallen like despair
Striving for red wickedness gone
Spring fields open ancient songs

My darling I see through the times
Minimalist poets leaving the market
Art has become a small gallery
You are my lavish pleasure

Lions prance in silver bowls
Crystal glasses like the Black Sea
Your legs of silk pirate ships
Your eyes of blue gardens

She sails in winds of Ulysses
Myth fills the vase of roses
Fallen satyrs with capes of ghosts
Ekaterina, mystical as a diamond ring