Permit me to tarry a while
My burden doth rest weighty
Stealing strength and breath from
Mortal frame
Beauty resides within thy realm,
Yea, even as thou dost reside within it
For thine is that of mind and soul
Moving tongue to exaltation
And thoughts to purification
My sins I lay bare
Like sandals a fore ones doorpost
That I may enter thy presence
For thou art as unto a holy thing
Rare and precious
Speak, perchance angels weep
And fall from heaven to lie at thy feet
Whilst devils, mischief they do forget
To crown thy brow with wreaths
Perfect within every imperfection
Affecting grace with ease of naturality
Personification of every goddess
Thou art fair and bless’d
Nature exalts thee
Oh Maddona
Thy hair doth capture the spirits of the breeze
As surely thine eyes capture the stars
Lay my lips upon thine
That I might tumble into thy soul
Shedding mortal for immortal
Within thy eternal embrace
I am reborn.
Glen Toussaint 2012©
