Monday 31 December 2012

WALTZ OF HALOS

A swan ship glides and leads my soul
to the blest hill of Zela's white isle.
Her blue rose sings; it bears no spines
I hear fire speak her wish for man.
The glad sun bows as rays kiss earth
a dark snake bleeds; the pure lamb reigns.
I veil my face to greet love's gift
and waltz with light for iron is rust.