I
Is it not enough to breathe the neesings of His word;
Be Benefactress to His deeds of Soul...Sword to His Just creed?
Alas, to inhale His Royal scent, imbibe His Sanguine touch ~~
'Tis Leviathan that comes on Foam with Crutch to lead me Home!
II
Shall I sing Him Ancient canticles and Euterpe's Rhapsody ~~
And slip silently away be fore the Night be longs to Dawn?
Shall I circle lightly arching ~~ airbrush Waters' fragrant Lily ~~
And softly whisper O I love Him ~~ with the gentleness of Fawn?
III
I will kiss Him like a dewdrop~~moist and velvet with my lips ~~
Bring sweet summer scent of jasmine~~ blush my cheeks with rosehip;
I will paint a pastel coverlet; feather-dust Alysum 'pon his face~~
On bended knee I'll listen while He recites epic-poetry with Grace.
IV
In the rise of Winter's mist, on the cusp of Twilight bliss ~~
Consort with her Master lie as One ~~ ecstatic rapture blends their lips;
Upon the Blue papyrus of an ancient SanSkrit scroll
She inlays Far Eastern ivory, Alchemy's~~ Pure liquid Gold.
V
In the wick of Midnight oil, flickers Love's Sublime Twin-flame
Fortress to Her Castle Chaste, Purity be this Maiden's name;
On feathered-crown ~ Solemnity, she bears His Royal Crest ~~
Sings of Ancient music as she presses warmly to His Breast.
VI
Two spirits joined in harmony as the Willow with the Dove ~~
Their union blessed exponentially by Heaven's Abiding Love!
From up above to worlds below, the chime of bells revered is heard~~
Loyalty and Gratitude shall Honor one the other with Praises of Their Word.
Author notes
<< Job 41:18 >>
New American Standard Bible (©1995)
"His sneezes flash forth light, And his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
King James Bible
By his neesings a light doth shine, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
American King James
A contest entry
- Because She Would Ask Me Why I love Her by Genevieve79.
550 points, ended October 28, 7 entries
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Comments
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Eternally applausable.
This is a true poetic banquet serving ambrosias on six platinum trays in this Castle Poetry... "The Midnight Hours" is the time set for Minerva and Phoebus to recite.
I have enjoyed the reading of a magnificent poem through the masterful lines of
"The Midnight Hours" .
Much gratitude to the author of "The Midnight Hours" for sharing this treasure.
In respect and admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
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Epic!
This is absolutely epic, such a journey it takes you on... full of imagery and blended with passion and some ancient secret... very interesting. You say it is a work in progress so, I will wait to see what else you may add! I really loved parts 3-4-5... thanks so much for entering and good luck!
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