THE COUNTRYSIDE
We had breakfast in the
countryside:
Eggs, bacon and white champagne.
We picked cherries on the
dappled lane,
And we walked on the sand, by
the turquoise tide.
The palm trees scented the soft,
summer air
With the fragrant potions of
mignonette.
We kissed on the beach, as the
sun did set,
Among the fountains, in the
marble square.
BENEATH THE STARS
I traveled out beneath the stars,
To find some peace beside the
lane.
I slept in the glow of a
campfire’s bars,
And awoke to the dawn and a
fine, light rain.
There is in my pocket a notebook
I keep.
I wield it when I may,
And write of the many visions I
reap,
In the cloudy, rainy, dawning
day.
THE QUEEN
I roved among the fields and
furrows.
I was tan in the sun of the
golden day.
At the end of my trail, at the
edge of the meadows,
I found a blue pond, enclosed
with hay.
Tall, yellow reeds wavered and
swayed,
And fragranced the wafting,
summer breeze,
Sailing like honey through the
linden trees,
Blessing the courtyard there
where I stayed.
Suddenly a queen ascended from
the rosy bowers,
In a garment of carmine and
glistening white.
Her mane was raven, slender,
long and bright,
And her eyes were of a song which
poured wine upon the flowers.
Her gaze was one of a statues’:
deep, dark and grave.
Her lips were of Elysian woods,
soft, red and glossy with scent.
I knelt before her, beneath the
fronds, green and redolent.
She stood in silence; through
her tresses did lave
Blue, caressing gales, which
came from the ocean.
We knew naught but ardor and its
every emotion,
And the pond was struck with a
gust from above.
She took my hand in hers, and
accepted my love;
And as if in a dream,
We passed through a curtain, an
ethereal light,
By a silver dream,
Beneath the ascending, starry
moon,
White,
Full, round and pale,
Which eclipsed the trees, the
courts, the lagoon,
Leaving us to the breezy sea,
As we departed from this weary vale-
To a rapturous height of ecstasy...
~ John Lars Zwerenz
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