Saturday, October 13, 2012

O how she moves the spirit! The deft nymph

O how she moves the spirit! The deft nymph
has animated nature, the fruit I devour
in the hills and vales is hers. Water vapor
rises above the mountain, several glyphs

spell out her name. The clouds have choreographed
a dance in the heavens and a summer downpour
has bathed the ground. O how she moves in glamor
like the springs and rivers! She's a triumph

of the gods on earth! Yet, she is the doom
I'm drawn toward, the dazzling light abandoned
on the roadside. Love, I have only seldom

heard your voice, I've only held a fraction
of your form in my hands. O give me wisdom
to love her dance and song with burning passion!

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