Post by goldenmyst on Oct 18, 2023 18:20:35 GMT -6
Cerulean Sea Maiden
Sultana of azure Mediterranean crystal waves
That wash over her like the surf
from the Isle of Rhodes
On an ancient morning in paradise
When she bathed in the cerulean sea
With scarlet tresses glistening
Like embers from the hearth
Upon whose heat Vesta sautéed barley
For the soup of immortality
She is the grail of men far and wide
Who basks in the first pink blush of dawn
Like a nymph lost in dreams
Of the palace of Knossos
Where ritual fever greets her day
That summons her to awaken
To reveal the splendor of her ageless wonder
For priests of the catacombs
With her the treasure
That knows only the reborn sun
Sultana of azure Mediterranean crystal waves
That wash over her like the surf
from the Isle of Rhodes
On an ancient morning in paradise
When she bathed in the cerulean sea
With scarlet tresses glistening
Like embers from the hearth
Upon whose heat Vesta sautéed barley
For the soup of immortality
She is the grail of men far and wide
Who basks in the first pink blush of dawn
Like a nymph lost in dreams
Of the palace of Knossos
Where ritual fever greets her day
That summons her to awaken
To reveal the splendor of her ageless wonder
For priests of the catacombs
With her the treasure
That knows only the reborn sun
You are truly the master poet with these writes my friend