Lumina – a nonsense love poem
He loves her more than stars love silk,
or winters love the moon;
her heart – his eye – a crystal sphere,
beneath her tidal swoon.
He catches moondrift in his gaze
and settles stars to seen,
and when she leaves his sorry side,
his shadows start to gleam.
How radiant her face, so bright,
though dimmed in evening air:
the veiling breath of merriwind,
the flowers of the fair.
How sweet, how soft, how cruel, how lost –
the dancing of her whirl,
the carouselling of her cheek,
her sunset dying pearl.
He looks with longing, aching heart,
to see her face again,
but when he searches for his love,
she leaves him with the feign.
Cruel courtier – shadow girl –
spinner bound by night,
his glass will catch you in its stars
and glimmer candlelight.
Dear Lumina, you break my heart
when I must see you go.
I long for golden autumn when
my darling’s heart may glow.
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