A Love Lay

The sun streaks happy rays sky high,
Cliffing for the cloudcouple a wedding bower,
Where by the rainbow's vernal end,
They to the starry lighthouse gently turn,
Waltz majestic in the honeyed moon,
Swimming the candid, crystal floors.
The night falls in a catwalk subtle,
And heaven's doors close awhile,
Rains harp this lay in the celestial,
Sparkling blessings of the bridal shower,
As the newlyweds embroider their love-
Love so surreal, pure and serene.

Words on Fire

Words, words, words on my courtyard fall,
Cached and routined. I broom them all,
Softly and quickly into a pile they gather.
My bland pen lights them, sparks them rather,
Sets my blind pages very much on fire.
As the smokeflakes ascend, fly far higher,
I see, with incense their holy airs compete
And win many a wondrous blazes they meet.
I wave their fragrance over my bottled ink,
Spread my wordlings with a cautioned wink,
An offering laid thus before thee,
Oh beholder, descend thyself, come bless me!