Phantasy of E.

For: Emma Watson

A confession during this celebratory holiday season:
There have been many joyful causes,
But joy, for this heart stems from only one reason...
..My Goddess seen in snapshot pauses.

Every womanly feature flashes;
Blinking shutters, my heart and each eye shudders.
Methodical thoughts from poetic cache
At your image, alone, are jumbled; my ink stutttersss.

There is something inside which I cannot explain;
A feeling which courses, I cannot contain.
Electrified just seeing you, my emotions explode.
So far a uni-direction connection, you the cathode, I the diode.

There is no one who can compare with such a glamorous sight;
Every inch of you is flawless, radiating with a celestial light.
You are an angel, beyond impeccable, confined in human form.
In the cold and dark, your image keeps the heart bright and warm.

The stars littering the universe are dull when I compare:
The strings in string theory, to one strand of your shining hair.
Your face is gorgeous, each freckle is enchanting.
My eyes trace the frame, your countenance is entrancing.    

Both of your hazel eyes are guides to my soul
When I`m fractured and lost in an Inferno.
Plus each irresistible lip, the sum of the whole,
Your smile is Beatrice - my Paradiso.
The arch of each eyebrow, from base to keystone,
Outline the gates which lead to heavens throne.

I search for words which could possible describe...
These thoughts of you intoxicate, such grace to imbibe.
I try to describe the ambrosia I`ve never been tasted...
On your looks and voice, nature saw that nothing was wasted.

No measure, to all I would sacrifice to know "you";
Not only the exterior, but the interior aspects too.
The fortunes of Atlantis, buried in the briny deep -
Rubbish compared to treasure held in your hearts keep.

Not just the accessories, the accouterments, but also the seams;
Each stitch, doubt, and fear - material of your fantasies and dreams.
Suspended in imagination... the combination of delicate legs, arms,
And personality... Running towards your spell, reaching for your charms.

The absolute perfection of your womanly geometry
Fills each neural fiber with the utmost ecstasy.
Every Point, Line, Segment, and symmetric contour;
And it`s Plane to my heart every Angle I adore.

To Morpheus I pray: take all I am, but take not her smile away.
You are my Elysium; in fields of dreams, with you, I lay.
To you Emma, one more thing I would say:
I wish you the best and Merry Christmas on this day.

Composed By: A.D.

A Deified Image

The winds exhale, and blow,

On a flame; causing a momentary flicker,

But the fire continues to grow.

Breath within a casing made of wicker,

Congregation awaits the show.

Silently the effigy is set ablaze.

An aura, a circle is now clear,

Surrounded by degrees of rays.

Each new cycle, each sphere,

Represents a new level or phase.

Unseen is seen,

Despite smoke and shades of gray.

Invictus Selene,

Rearranging the moon and Sun day -

Clay is a dream.

Above, the moon and stars burn without tire;

Below, cyclic hands revolve.

Terrestrial consumed in flames, celestial rises higher.  

Watching the images dissolve;

Only one sacrifice can bring you what you truly desire.

Composed By: A.D.

The Apple (II)

Winter impending, surrounds the empty branches.

The mind leaves, thoughts like leaves in gusting breath.

Emotion is exposed, as each structure advances;

Barren trunk, as a solitary petal tumbles toward death.

The only firm ground found, for relief,

Is: the failing foundation – of belief.

With fading sight, the jet overtakes all;

Dreaming, for her light – the eyes blindly call.

In that impenetrable darkness, I am taken by the hand,

And am effortlessly led by each loving command.

Her shine is resplendent, an ever-illuminating guide;

On the temporary, temporal, journey through the divide.

Next to her, I am left to wonder if: I am still alive?

When back in the wood where we first met, we arrive.

Under Oak and Mistletoe, near the sparkling stream, we recline;

Poetic infertility and poesy`s poisons are cured in her shrine.

On my chest, she is secure in my bold grasp;

Our hands interlocked, our fingers – the clasp.

The last time we were together, rash youth filled our faces;

The past however, for now, maturity and wisdom replaces.

Watching the moon slowly rise, all is suspended and taciturn.

I observe how she has changed. The physical differences I attempt to define;

As we lay captivated by each other, locked in our embrace and affection.

Her hair and eyes are, now, many hues of brunette and auburn.

“But, to describe such beauty is beyond my ability…” my thoughts opine;

“…What time believes it changes, has only added to her flawless perfection”.

She places her hand upon my cheek,

Softly caresses, and begins to speak:

“Time – it is the brook, in the background.

Listen to the earthen bed below, as it tickles

The stream; and the joyful water, as it trickles.

Focus on the music, the liquid bubbling, the instruments and laughter.

Ever-flowing joyous tones – hear? They`re here! Ever-going – gone soon after.

Only in memories, do the melodies have sound”.

“Well then, I want you to know, I lov…” I attempt to confess;

She stops me short, with lips of unimaginable sweetness.

I stare at her ensnared, utterly, and hopelessly lost in the radiance of her glow.

Realizing, it is true that: the depths of her mind and soul, I may never know;

But for now, no more is needed than growth, love, nature, and time`s fatal flow.

Deeper I`ll dive, delve further into her sea, wishing and hoping she`ll reward me

With the incalculable treasure, the love of her heart – this gift, represents eternity

(Besides, I would rather suffocate with her, than live without her personality).

Sitting there, our contemplations are pleasant, our countenances are silent.

Each second our intense ardor grows; investments are doubled by words not spent.

This connection is amplified like the waves from an echoing lyre;

The bond elevates beyond space and time, towards eternity and higher.

The fancy and folly, for which these mortal desires used to have such longing

Are all futile; here with her all hopes and dreams have a sense of belonging.  

I know, I know, I am no more than a star in the universe`s infinite skies –

Gravitating and revolving around her – my soul is consumed by her eyes.

Her gentle glance is the only time which I ever be in (or see) paradise;

A look from her celestial vision, and how can earth ever again suffice?

With no more than her kiss, my every need she will have nourished.

Our lips meet, existence ceases, then they part; and life is replenished.

Eternal love to and from my Goddess, she is my Moirai.

My muse beyond comparison and comprehension; her love it fills my veins.

My eyes open. Briefly, the vision is the color of Phi;

And I notice Sothis sits, her loving flames brightening the once-dim frames.

Composed By: A.D.

Oh, and for those who check out the blog from other countries: Spasiba, Valare upakaaram, Merci beaucoup (I took the top three countries, so if I missed you language I am sorry). I have been studying/working on writing in French, Russian, and Latin. I don`t expect to be able to speak the languages (but hope to try anyway), but hopefully I will be able to produce some poetry in those languages shortly. I`d rather not rush it though, and ensure that I am not being disrespectful by axe-ing someone`s native tongue (there are times when I can barely speak/write in my own though, so don`t judge me too harshly).

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