I will be yours there

She calls me to the greatest heightsAs I sway and stumble through my wayShe speaks tenderly of my eclipsed lightIn her palatial presence on the seraphic bay

I have nowhere to go and nowhere to hideBecause she seizes me with an easy smileLeaving me with laughter and shattered prideHer gift of sacred humiliation and a celestial exile

In the clouds and through the skiesShe holds me close in shivering nightsWhispering words of manifold guiseShe calls me back to my greatest heights

Her golden hair entangles with mineWhile our eyes meet in interminable gazeAll things disappear in her shimmering shineIn waves of her passion and her feminine blaze

She sees the royal rhymes in the depths of me“I will be yours there” - she says in a mystic proseThus begins an yearning - a journey of seminal seasA longing for my beloved and the ethereal rose