The Lady In The Sky Poem by H.L. Dowless

The wind is singing sweetly,
can't you taste the blood wine?
The gentle ladies are sighing deeply
as the dulcimer plays that haunting pantomime.


I embrace the jaunting spectrum
of that angelic maid who was so fine,
as she endeavors to approach me from that distant hilltop castellum,
seeking to bless me in her yearning embrace so divine.


Her spirit now doth completely envelope my form,
her breath she breathes so sweetly as she layeth by my longing side.
Her mid-night presence somehow hath become my norm,
by me forever she shall now abide.


I feel her presence beneath my heaving bosom,
her breath, her response, her pining sigh;
her unadorned translucent figure appearing so eternally wholesome,
like the surge of the oceans tide.


She doth so lavishly embrace me,
the lover's most cherished skills she passionately invests,
with no others ever seeking to divest thee
of her presence nor her best.


When her greeting is all done
and my loyalty hath completed her test,
her spectrum figure gradually now fading only with the rising sun.
Still I feel her presence beside me when I face the hazy west....
Now the misty hilltop Burgus once again looms before me,
of it's ancient presence my wretched soul can never digress.