Flower At Dawn Poem by ENOCH JOHN

after dusk, her eyes alit,
the stars of a silvered cluster which shine
into my being and fragmented soul.
''vouchsafe my love to hold you closer, ''
her infolding arms as a cocoon,
and my desire a crescendo of emotion,
a raging fire, a rising tide,
as with the kisses of her lips, she smothers me.

to unveil the sweet charm of aura and mystique,
her lovliness published abroad as grey-eyed Pallas Athene, or
as sweet Aphrodite, rising from the foam of the sea,
or as a flower blossoming in the desert's thin air,
witb petals of superb beauty as her caparisons,
disarming the ardent admirer,
to convince his soul and melt his obdurate heart,
with love-beguiling ease at twilight.

she is a Shakespearean sprite,
a darling flower of this lovely field,
with lips like the morning dew,
sparkling in its freshness as Aurora the Rosy-fingered,
sparkling wonderfully with sublime touch enfranchising,
as the early rays of sunlight,
quietly awakening the freshness of pristine Dawn,
quietly awakening the freshness of pristine Dawn.