Queen Of Queens For Solomon Poem by James McLain

O' from him it is but for you.
Hastily of it the making of it all my love.
Be it there on the hill,
or yonder off through the trailing mist.
The maze both walked you from, he out of.

I dwell in your garden alone.
Standing up you I trust in the sun.
Casting no shadow but from above,
while you below there is one.
While yours is you behind me, I am.
As it grows up all can see.

Within deep inside, beating hearts.
Is your hair?
When I look through the dawns clear tears.
The ones from the night that he sees.
When fleeting the day,
hot burns the sun when once again love it rises.

Her right hand left off where in my hair,
she comes near to raise it up my head.
As I drink from the cup, when my lord?

Long for you my love and God's two hands.
Thus working with you from the whom,
spring rushed the seed he gave to you I am.

O' mighty queen of Solomon transparent veils
eyes that watch me grow leaves whisper here.
Hear my words through purple lips they flow as wine
your hand turned up for me to drink thine cup.