Wednesday, November 13, 2013

An afternoon for You,

An afternoon can I
Drench with magic flow
If you come to me to sow
Music in my heart,
An afternoon can I
Melt for you in wine
If You come to shine
In eyes mine,
Like Ahania,*
Carrying the Holy Book
Of The Four Zoas,

An afternoon can I
Drop as a balm sublime,
If You come in favoured lines
Holding the melody of life,
Octavian
Or the rhime royale
Painted on the street,
So gold draped.

(* is an emanation, of Blakean myth, counterpart of Urizen)

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