(Poem) My Lady: A poem written for Love by Sara Wright

SWMy Lady is a Messenger;

her peaked cap,

breast and body

tinted the palest rose.

A bittersweet orange beak

cracks scattered seed.

 

My Lady is a Messenger:

Never ours to own

She comes and goes

from earth to cosmos

crossing Time at will.

 

My Lady is a Messenger

When offering the Gift of Hope,

She glows blue and green at midnight.

Red ground receives her prayers,

simple Love songs revive her…

 

My Lady is a Messenger

The Splendor of Nature

bleeds out on wings of  flaming Fire.

Tread lightly around “Desire,”

that double edged sword.

 

My Lady is a Messenger

crowned by stars.

Spiral galaxies are her womb.

Her Sister Earth heals heartbreak,

cleanses troubled waters.

 

SW Image for MY Lady 2My Lady is a Messenger

When silence is what we know

She flies in

as bird—or goddess

The comforting whir of angel wings

the song she sings of home.

 

January 11, 2015

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