IN CIVITATEM SANCTAM (IN THE HOLY CITY)

O city of gems; my love and desire!

Abode for all dreams to wed deep trance

Hail me with palms atop your white ships

aglow in rose bulbs lit by the chants

of lords born pure so hearts win grace.

Array your glad halls with herbs to thaw

the ice in hope when darts fell swans

and ash sinks lands that once blazed fair.

THE DRYAD QUEEN

I bathe my brow in lakes of scent

and gaze on maids who glide from oaks

to serve the queen in rites most blest.

Their veils of lace coil round my feet

A globe wings love; it bears me to light

where the grand court signs a chaste faun

with sweet gold sap shed by wood kings.

The mystic queen prays; her words are bells

A pearl key falls; its rose chain locks

to gild my neck and grant deep wants

that I will rest when shorn of peace

amid the fond chants earth gifts for joy.

BEAUTIFUL SUSSEX

O hark the lyre; that chime of bells

when pure souls glide to strew their gifts

and pink Downs bask in scents of grace.

As wings brush earth gold crowns spark flames

blest by High Will to waltz the skies

for man born rich in God's mystic array.

“O hail sweet loves we thaw your trance

bow at our kiss,” the fire voice calls.

Light sears iron bonds; black shades howl past

Their lash is mute; no storm stirs blood.

THE LUNA TREE

On pine robed paths a glass shoe winks

and Mena falls rapt as elves blind stars.

The wood lord weeps; it wilts her swoon

his holy smoke brims from ivy clad fonts

its musky haze trails to luna tree groves.

the elven fruits rise and dye her mouth

their tangy juice sprays red halos of light

so Mena's heart flows with royal elf blood

and soaks in grace to see death scythed.

TO THE ANCIENT MELODIES

O holy muse haste and steal my soul

lead me in love on arcs of jade

so I may gaze at high fauns blest

who strum the harp to craft deep code.

A red mist veils runes honed in jet

I clasp my sage; he bids me kiss

the lofty art tinged with rims of gilt.

'O hark glad news; a lamp bears pax'

the pure words ring for God's own Son.

HYMN TO THE GRAND POWER

O grand Power blaze in glory of thrones

and raise kingly hosts long veiled by time

to hush frayed lives with rose tipped rest.

High vision sail swift; rain your fair beams

O fond guide smile where truth casts gems.

Come holy dove chant when ice chills hope

bear the saved hearts draped in mauve silk

to angel boats moored on shores of lace.