Whisper Poem by Jeffrey Stultz

My songs are done, the speech complete,
an angel rises to her feet.
You speak my name and bid me come,
to a royal audience of one.
You shine like a beacon in the dark,
suffused in a magical glow;
by the glistening in your eyes I know,
my words have touched your heart.
The silky warmth of your cheek
brushes mine as you speak
delicate words only I can hear,
a whispered wonder in my ear.
A three note chord of purest sound,
within my joyful heart resounds;
a simple symphony of thine inspires
a harmonic echo of Muses fire.
Surely God the king hath blessed,
and lavished on him divine largesse;
the greatest treasure the earth has seen,
is virtue and grace incarnate in the queen.

aka
Taliesin Flynn
1995