FOR THE BELOVED

My Beloved muses in her arbour playing;
Each perfumed rose shyly breathes her name,
Deep shades of ruby, amber, onyx, all aflame,
Regaling in swollen August’s glory, displaying
Pearls of shimmering dew bethorned, praying,
Blessed be thy holy Name, beyond all fame.
Oh! Cleanse my blackspot pest, free me from shame,
Prune me, destroy my green fly of gainsaying.

The hum of bumble bees hymning Aum,
Sift nectar in the stillness, sipping bliss,
As dawn brushes each rose with kindly kiss.
Her arbour’s a temple with a saphire dome,
Was there ever on Earth, such perfection as this?
Drunk on Her brazen beauty, I stumble back home.