Woman of O

I beheld her charms,
there is no greater of dying wind
		to embrace or deny.

Softly she sailed,
 her streaming profile sailing amidst
	Dawns of Light so tender.

Flow on my Child,
sweet and breezing Time invokes you,
	Child of pouring laughter,
		redolent deluge of fragrance.

Wakening within origins,
sullen and vulnerable,
  your heart invites
		(me)
		my Love,
			You are Love.

In fading terrain,
your diamond limbs embrace turbulent
			and flaming dances,
firing jocund eyes, to flower amongst placid sparklings,
			refracted Infinitely.
like emerald checker-boards inside.

Serpents my also,
	glide blithesome jewels,
		upon sunlit seas unending.

Ask you, my forever?
	I speak now existing (non)
		that’s why I am . . .
			You.