Beneath The Weald's Was She Poem by Suhel Akram

conflagration of senses dancing bee,
amalgamation of melody touch singing branches pine tree,
fulgent pattern of sunlight see every when its free,
ambled me guest of morningtide set liberal my dreams of thee.
urge despondence laundered fortnight ere,
set me stir pink pale the walls my life once was vain,
soaked showers standing alone now dried sponging pain,
straying now fried ashes flowing current after rain,
set i off me Elysium fields meet my fair foresee queen,
in south far down alpine waving beneath weald and greens.
ran me chariots fly eagles in air cruising,
trees singing melody song fabric rose showering,
zephyr bubbled up playing Mary go round enchanting,
chorus from KEATS love song in air emancipating,
far down midst the greens eyne catch she waiting.
words gobbled up mouth open wide the estuary surprise.
what she be called if she be fairy beauty in guise?
what she be named when she progenitor of wise?
is she the apostle of wedded bliss in rise?
is she the queen HE chosen me the ONE worthy praise?
questions went bewildering,
answers flew mind me adumbrating,
heart mine rested hers fast beating,
eyne me locked on mermaid she admiring,
i rested invisible apart myself eshchewing.
ambled she forth me her feet kissing darling buds,
eyne her pair KOHINOOR fulgent dreams in shades,
hairs her silken pine flying three every grades,
visage her the guise of galaxy of astronomy nomad,
all on she a constitution of fancy gems unnurtured.
stand she vis-a-vis me away my lips distant dropp dew,
spell she charmingly lips her curved language new,
words her spoke smile auri mine called my lew.
senses of amour smelt me her cheek blushing grew,
a curve of smile longed my lips fortnight she drew.
fulgent pattern of sunlight went golden,
shadows our went long a mile driven,
kept we moving on hand in hand forth the cavern,
promises she made never alone me country weeds forsaken.