Your Majesty Poem by John Lars Zwerenz

Your Majesty

When the sky is enamored, flushed with a pristine gold
And the slim, springing fountains in the courtyard sob to the trees,
When Bach's symphonies serenade me in the soft, summer breeze
I breathe within the harbor's wind in the clasp of the gilded cold.

As a Carolingian wanderer I was faithful to thee
In the liberty of the boundless summer's sun
I brought each dappled petal, one by one
Into the fair, white hands of your regal Majesty.

And when the sprawling silver moon spread across the bay
We would hide amid the flora, in one another's arms.
And I felt your kiss as fire, free from all alarms,
As the spirits of the angels took our hearts away.

John Lars Zwerenz