Carry The Storm You Are!

Lady, did you remember the laburnum greens?

The jadeite sea waters that kissed the bower in between?

Do you dream lady, of possessing the daffodil fields, the one Wordsworth craves for?

I see in your peach deep eyes the lust 

For walking the chestnut shires just like an aimless troubadour. 

In the once mid-winter days-

The exoticism of the weeds you cherished and your mortal flesh relished the usherance of the evening gale.

On all the fallen crisp leaflets,

Slept a soft squirmish snail.

A tuft of wild grass touched your feet.

Your hair unfastened caressed the sprouting seeds

And lady, you slept in peace. 

The summer noons saw you dream. 

Sunrays diffused through your skin, tree leaves blushed in ecstasy. 

The dewy-eyed mayflies went to sing,

You laid silent by the solent sea.

Periwinkles bloomed by your face, ambre primrose unswirled her fragrance.

Your naked flesh the Westerlies embraced 

Lady, your thirst for eternity was complete. 

And when the autumn evenings came 

The flowerbeds dried to requite your thirst in spring again.

The withered red petals colored the lake waters' a vivid crimson.

Reflecting scintillations of the early morning Sun. 

All these days, you were reborn, lady.

Of a mild breeze to a valiant storm.

The lineage of nature's womb, the rebirth of the purest form.

Wreathed in you are the seeds of a warrior.

Yes, you are the Saviour. 

Oh, Lord Lady. 

Redefined by nature's power. 

Carry the storm you are, capable of devastating the clouds that obscure your stars.