Arise my fair one:
the lover’s invitation
to intimacy.
The beloved comes,
eager with youth’s desire,
leaping over hills.
Winter’s fear has passed
giving way to hope and life;
and with much singing.
The fruiting fig trees
join with the fragrant blossoms,
in love’s dance-song call.
Spring’s fecundity
of flowers and turtledoves;
Eros meets Yahweh.
Come away with me
and we shall be joined as one;
Arise my fair one.
© Ken Rookes 2015
1 comment:
It flows Ken. Thanks again
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