Ode to the nymphs of eve

Come ,
You , to the garden
Of me,
Not like Hesperides
But with our son
Coming Home
To the waters,
Come
Love mine
To the garden
And that Apple Orchard
Where Golden Fruits
Have started to promise us
Beautiful eve
Of our Love stretching
To meet us never ending
In forms lucid juicy
Like oozings
From our Love drenched Hearts,

Come Eve
Come on

Fearing no hatred,
Only loving me
And our garden of Poesy,

Come,
To the leaves
Getting drenched
By Waters of our Eyes
So filled with love of Ye,

Come eve
Come,
As You wish,
And as I may.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

How many times, love,

Still remember the day