When A Poet Loves - Poem by David Lacey
The Empress lay upon the shimmering glades as they glisten with reflections upon morning dew. Within her heart dwells the spirit of Eternal Love, her stare a perfect
Blue. She hath known the touch of papyrus upon her palms, she hath known her calms
Immaculate yet retains in her stride the strength to ride the storm of mysteries tiding.
Such a beauty her eyes conceal, such a grace I’d never known as real before her soul
Strode so boldly within this heart of mine, abstracting the way I feel. She leaves me the
Time within which I may melt my insecurities. Freed am I from ‘dull realities’ as I stand
Straight by her side yet it is only now that I realize the true wonder of all that lay beyond
Her flesh, only now do I realize that she contains the freshest of poetic breaths.
The projection of her emotion upon the winds of the hills
Thrills as it fills the atmosphere of the poets heart.
The Good Folk, Fey, they dance around her, entranced by her creation,
She leads them unknowing in their dance as they plait their hairs to mimic the maiden,
They dance and chant and form circles within the garden green,
They are the children of our observation, those elemental beings
Who may fly so soft whilst swift upon emotion,
As all rivers flow towards the ocean so we must
Make the most of the moment,
Erect a monument to the memory of your Love
Take in the skies above and the ground below
Turn within the circle round,
Know all that’s lost will one day be found.
When a poet loves, he loves dearly through eyes unclear.
When a poet loves he can do naught but shed a tear.
Cry for Joy, laugh through sorrow,
Know Love shall reign as King tomorrow
And the princess, hand in hand with the prince of dreams
Shall stand, hand in hand, bonded by a love of this land of Emerald greens.
Dream a dream for me
I’ll dream a dream for you
Laid upon the dazzling glades
We may embrace a perfect blue
Dream a dream of me
I’ll dream a dream of you
Adorned in Edwardian stylings
Our hearts may dance in appreciation of the view.
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