Where My Lady Dwells Poem by John Lars Zwerenz

WHERE MY LADY DWELLS

Wandering on the vast, spacious court of the palace,
I have come to behold the princess in white,
Who steps onto the balcony in the gleaming sunlight,
As I stand below enchanted, drinking from a chalice.

Amid the gray curtain of ancient stones she appears,
As a gale blows back the tresses of her redolent hair.
I am one with her stanzas, her quatrains and the summery air,
With this royal lass and with wine, with regal belvederes.

Many winds from heaven are flung to the north.

The silhouettes of maple trees, of dark, turquoise blues
Shed their scented shades near the palace, on florid avenues.
Descending from the terrace, my lady comes gently forth,
And we wander for an hour of ecstasy,
As i finish my chablis,
Through the garden, through the bower by the sea,
In an atmosphere of sanctity.

JOHN LARS ZWERENZ