The Valley

The chasm lows
the land that
splits hill
to hill,

shadows spread
across the
streams
in tranquil sleep -

shadows that deny the Sun
to stare within.

Though the blanket
of shadows heeds no
misfortune,
the shade welcomes
comfort
with a gesture of
its will -

Le Chant d'Amour - Sir Edward Burne-Jones

soothing the symphonies
of time
and
nurturing the soil
Platonic
for the
flora's blossoming.

Bewitched by a
radiance of
histories that
ignites
immortal bliss;

exceeding moonlight's
serene enchantress.

Nightingale sings -
echoes
in the trees
and kissing
the streams -
raising the
waterlily
from slumber.

As the waterlily would
raise the lost soul
from dislocation,

virile
amour conquers in
its mysteries,

while the savage
of portentous
lust meets
its last breath.

© Cecil Field