Courtyards Poem by John Lars Zwerenz

COURTYARDS

Alabaster, marble squares lined here and there with myrtle trees
Are graced with throngs of statues beneath red, radiant leaves.
My princess passes by, near silver brooks, in the scented breeze,
Clad in a ruffled dress, with billowing, ivory sleeves.

There are gilded nooks for her and I.
We shall recline beneath the astonishing sky.
Behold - the feathered branches bless us as they hover,
As friend with friend, and lover with lover.

We shall saunter to where the zephyrs stray,
Over crested waves, which sway the bramble,
Where one can witness the ocean's spray amble.

We shall scurry down the dunes, where rushes play,
And inhale the burgundies of a thousand Julys,
Where the morning sun glows, and tribulation dies.

John Lars Zwerenz