Chandeliers For Their Kings Poem by Robert Rorabeck

All the chambers of the heart are filled with
Roses:
And your lovely bedroom is filled with lovely poems
That wait for you to get up for breakfast
Even after all of the airplanes you were always in love
With have gotten up and left you—
As the perfect angels continue to sing in their perfect
Choirs—
As the beautiful rabbits continue to linger in their
Beautiful briars—
As above them, like a winsome king—the sun is singing
And singing—
The waves break unabashedly and upon your hand you
Wear my ring.—
And the ocean is ringing and ringing—
Like an ocean of beautiful girls calling to the heavens of bright
Chandeliers for their kings.