My Scheherazade
Cooling your glass in
The cold waters
That flow forth, fresh and crisp
From my fragrant heart,
I raise to you that cup of nectar
And I am moved to see the grateful drops
That form in your emerald eyes…
We will sup a bit, and then
We will dive, together,
Clothed in our heavenly robes
Into those crystal waters
And come out again,
With the fabric, clinging!
Oh, Sun! Oh, Moon!
The one, too bright,
And the other, too soft
To witness the coming of my Love, my Love!
Oh, my Scheherazade!
Your now-raven locks as thick
As the grain of a horse’s hair,
And soft, and strong, in my fingers
Undo my resolve, utterly!
My wild! My bright! My beauty-light!
Who taught me that I must be
As the Sun and Moon must be,
And bow before your immediate
Radiance
Now! Transform again!
Be the heavenly dove
You always were,
And reside in the dome of my heart,
Near the gold-sparkled sea…
My Fragrant! My Radiant!
Ascended, and Free!
7/12/2019
Inspired by the notes of Rimsky-Korsakov's Scheherazade Suite, 1st Movement, and by my beautiful wife, Laurie
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