“this life garden is a peacock
from time to time
fabulous glory manifests
then, harsh darkness screeches
it is all here
these villa grounds
the lake
wild chamomile
immaculate marble
an imperial show
beautiful cruelty
for all to see”
XXXI
She seems to sleep, our young bride
Her being breathing celestial calm
Serene in her brown green haze of gold
She dreams of beautiful, strong trees
Later her sunwild lips utter
Glorious truths
We do not dare to hear yet
Sleeping deeper still
She, a breath of heaven
A change waiting to be
XXXII
See the stars hang out
Born to float down
They are all transformation
Wax and wane divine influence
They are chariots and pale horses
Surprised we do not fly
But, like trees, we stand and sway
A furious delay, once in harmony
See them spiral, these noble spheres
Waiting, waiting, waiting for us
"she is, is a ruler
enrobed in light
she is the love we all feel
as we feel her pass
nay, sweet girl
for you I will not weep
come, shine on us
enlighten your self"
XXXIII
Psyche, sly young mother of visions
Tell us how to nurture light
Spark the veins in our skin
As we too stop moaning
Our hearts subside to the beckoning bells
Still ringing to obtain all we are
Mortal tribes of miraculous being
We incarnate impressive power
Mother of radiance
Out of this trust I live
XXXIV
Under her potent sunspot skin
We see, imagine, no end
A pretty maid on the edge of living
Nestling in Eros’ cloud caresses
Eager for her ‘liebestot’
Let me, let me get what she wants
Falling ever deeper into the embrace
Of love looking back at itself
The blinding white sun of her core
Just for a moment, we see
"crucifige!
people howling
blood forgotten pity
liquid arms embracing
here we stand
breathing
bereft
enduring these remains
of heathen passion
yes
no towers, no monuments
no immortal golden lyre
just this dance of seasons"
XXXV
We carved in wood and stone
Wielding pens of worldly wisdom
Old as me, young as ever
Scribes to gigantic silent sages
Light pearling playfully
Heavy dark ferns unfurling
Something about seeing sweet Artemis
Following her every move
Wood anemones in moonlight
Sanctioning our charms
XXXVI
Come to me, my gifted god of guises
In this spicy smell of salt sea sweat
Give us your potent eye-blistering words
Pretty white lies shattering like black ice
We know who speaks through you
Who bids opening far horizons
The angry splendour only a god knows
The wind in lonely beeches
Barely relieved by constant sleep
We still need revelation
"gunk
happiness drop dripping
heavy flower garlands, yes
emanate from her
innocent, ignored
sizzling with so much pleasure
in this fragrant mist
lives foretelling splendour
look, just look"
XXXVII
Long, long lasts this quiet hour
This wooden pier into an ancient lake
Reed staring right into the night
And back, all knowing, careless
This night will have her ritual
Add weight to the scales
Help deepen time
As old dark water spills our fears
All else will melt
Vaporise before this sun
XXXVIII
Now on this battlefield on your left
We see loud mouthing gladiators
Willful pillars of bursting lust
Fighting for ladies of laconic ice
The elusive host otherwise engaged
Until an almighty roar, yes, yes
Releases the foe of all that is
With three-fold divine trumpets
This whisper, my son, this word
Drop this armour, and dance
"Seventeen minutes past five
here come the girls
the naiad nymphs of Argos
own one forever
and carry her over this water
facing storms
to see human faces
turn her angelic
rosy cheeks and all
while they sing and music make
in radiant bliss
and dressed to kill
in full rich pink and greens"
XXXIX
She roams, like Minyas’ mad daughters
Proud prudes perishing
Ignoring our glorious joy-fights
Their sweet hearts skinny membranes
But this one girl stood firm of old
In sacred innocence, she never cowered
Her proper downcast eyes lit fury
“I lie safely in your arms” she muses
Ah, and the door opens to benevolence
And almost kind-hearted we beckon
XL
'Spin in the wind' we hear them girls sing
Near Catherine’s chapel, full of needs
We hear jingling bells ringing tunes
And smell fresh cut flower-grass
On the nearby spring field of the temple
Girls bring their offerings, drunk with love
We hear the eternal wail of want
Washing ashore on the western wind
O, please give them love, as prophesied
Satisfy these dear blessed creatures