The Princess Of The Poesies Poem by Derrick Puente

Her face defined my youth
As the first buds of May do Spring
Around the banks of Summers' touch
Beneath the banks enthralled
By heavens larger than the skies immensities
Let the Golden Age-
The fertile fields, green with you
She was the Princess of the Poesies
Duchess of the Roses, Maid of Make Believe
And I was, Lord of Hoses, Prince of Soldiers
Knave of Everything.
About the carefree hours holding court
By oak and beehive flowers
Playing at the mercy of a sun
To bold to let our internal candles
Outshine his lofty furry
And we played among the streams
Subjecting them to our wishful natures
We chased the noon mercilessly-
Lovely are the ambitions of the young
Dreaming common daydreams
Blessed by the innocent curiosities
That drives their genius towards
Worlds where nothing dies
We'd battle sleeps inebriations
The dews of starry nights
Where maidens dance
On stars and boys,
Fly like birds whose
Home is where the heart can be
And cats, dogs every insect
We'd come across, spied upon
Our happy excavations
Into the root of prodigious
Joys few remember when
The Lion creeps towards his Winter
We cared little of time, but
Besieged the falling eve with curious
Curses towards nights incessant greed
To have its share of day
Now the days seem ever shorter
Lost in a world where I left her
Dancing enslaved to dream.