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[worldnativeguide]

Love Whispers Lethe Waters

I fell into her eyes, Ocean siren lullabies Two glasses of intoxicating wine Darkened stars slowing Time She said she was the daughter of a mountain O, to be the water of her fountain Sculpted marble, the sound of flowing– Perpetual grace of frozen motion When I awoke, the spell not broken; The last note of an echo spoken Was it a dream, like the stillness of winter? Were the sheets disturbed? Did a fragrance linger? Outside my window, the moon was calm and knowing Inside my heart, there was a tempest blowing!

I fell into her eyes Ocean siren lullabies Like long-enduring Odysseus, I was separated from her kiss Wondering if the gods could fall so deeply? Time, like honey, slowly flowing sweetly When all she was made her dream in weeping; A life folded up in the space of sleeping? Golden leaves on the shore of a Hadean river No longer guided by the ferryman, I miss her Memories curling into a fading wisp Over Lethe’s lapping waters of bliss A soul I was a long time— Knowing… A flower in snow I find— Growing…

[worldnativeguide]

Birth of Wine

Dawn, with rosy fingers,

Stretching across the morning sky;

The Moon, he lingers,

To catch the Sun's sleepy eye;

A union forbidden,

A Will that knows not Time

A Love awakened,

With the power to change the Tide;

Luminescence is her essence,

Though she's known by many names;

Radiance, his gift that dances,

Their Love a harmony distance cannot change.

Unto this, a child made,

In the likeness of this Love entwined;

Spirit of both Night and Day,

Poietic and Tendril as the grape and vine...

[worldnativeguide]

Sonnet of the Lady

The hue of her eyes paints Summer skies fair

Verdant flowers seek fragrance from her breast

Autumn fields sway to dance her golden hair

Spring winds freshen dewy glades with her breath

Her voice soothes the sound a wise river rows

Like angels singing hymns at Heaven's gates

A smile that purifies fresh Winter snows

The Moon's radiance, her essence creates

Arousing emotions, Aurora shines;

The myriad colors of Twilight's dress;

Sundry beauties of all Nature's designs—

Compare not to her lovely countenance

     It’s not Beauty to Ladies I equate

     Rather it’s Beauty the Ladies create

[worldnativeguide]

Golden Hills

When no one is around, I am myself I walk the Golden Hills; My heart on a shelf. I am the world, My bones are the ground; But then I see you walk away... I only want you to turn around. At night when all is silent, My mind is clear, My perception bent. I am myself; When no one is around I walk the Golden Hills; I slumber underground D-Bone Franklin

[languagecultureartist]

Lethe, the River of Forgetfulness

"Waters of Lethe" I fell into her eyes, Transparent ocean lullabies Two glasses of intoxicating wine Darkened stars slowing Time She said her name was the daughter of a mountain O, that voice, like water from a fountain, Sculpted marble, the sound of flowing-- The grace of frozen motion When I awoke, the spell broken, The last note of an echo spoken Was it a dream, with the stillness of winter? Were the sheets disturbed? Did a fragrance linger? Outside my window the sun looked cold and crisp Inside my heart, the weather furious I fell into her eyes Transparent ocean lullabies Like long-enduring Odysseus, I was separated from her kiss Wondering how I could fall in Love so deeply? Time, like honey, slowly flowing sweetly When all she was made her dream in weeping; A life folded up in the space of sleeping? A soul I was a long time—knowing A flower I found in the snow—growing Golden leaves on the shore of a Hadean river No longer guided by the ferryman, I miss her Memories, curling into a fading wisp Over Lethe's lapping waters of bliss