Rapture Poem by John Lars Zwerenz

RAPTURE

A freshet of blue,
Framed by lilies and bright marigolds,
Wanders, descending beside you,
As every petal unfolds
In the early morning dew.
A shroud of light, a mist
Surrounds our tryst
Where the sight of a cardinal leaving his nook,
Ascending from the scarlet bines,
Alights as delicious wines
Are taken from gazing at the brook.

In the redolent shade,
Where scented breezes play,
Vows are made
Hidden from the day.
And kisses taken near
Marble seats and leafy sprays
Enrapture and endear
Our married minds
Where nights and days
Are of ardent kinds
And passionate ways.

The cascading silvers, beside the green ponds
Dance beneath the wavering fronds
Lit by the nascent, weeping, white moon
Invite your tresses to dangle in the woody haze
As I caress you there where the angels laze,
Where the gilded hedgerows are ablaze
In our ecstasy, our boon.

In the oceanic tendrils of the soporific noon
The sunlight, scattered through the willowy boughs
Brightens the grasses, next to the stream
Where we seem
To transcend a rapture
Which only love allows,
As your tender glances capture
The eternal, in a dream.

John Lars Zwerenz