The Glory That Is You Poem by John Lars Zwerenz

THE GLORY THAT IS YOU

Come to me my braided angel of the light.
Your tresses are darker than the raven night,
And your kisses are of the sunlit sands:
Sallow and soft, more precious than all elysian lands
On which you rove through the diamond hued reeds.
All of my heart and its spiritual needs
Outshine the countless stars which run
Down slender, gleaming streams upon your glittering back.
We have always breathed in the breezes as one,
As I have always worshipped your stunning mane
And its every ringlet of rapturous black.
Your adornments of purity keep me sane,
For the golds of your gaze which never lack
That gilded magic which renders me
Mute as a statue in a courtyard of blue
Sing to the broad and endless sea,
For the depths of our love, for the glory that is you.

John Lars Zwerenz