Earthrise Alchemy

(Tracy's sixth poem)

by Timothious

The brilliance of an Earthrise.

Blues, greens, browns and whites.

In a orange-red haze like a big prize.

It moves across space and sunlights.

Have you ever seen one?

Clouds swirling and blowing so.

As it crosses the space just in front of the sun.

My sweet lady of floral brightness and glow.

Let me bring one for you.

Meet me on the surface of the moon.

And gaze deep the stars and space blue.

Watch it as it rises like a big balloon.

Perhaps instead you would like some moonbeams?

Let me chase one down for you.

I'll bring it to you just as it seems.

A ribbon in your hair to shine true.

Or perhaps you would like some star dust?

Let me catch some in a jar.

With a glass lid so it doesn't rust.

It will only take a moment. It's not far.

Or perhaps you want a comet to light your night.

To keep the blackness from you.

Let me get it for you. There's one to the right.

I bring it to thee. Shall it be blue?

Maybe your own personal falling star.

To wish upon when you might.

I'll get you one without a mare.

One that burns long and bright.

I am your humble servant and friend.

Command me. I am yours as you wish.

Ask of me that that makes you grin.

Sold is my soul for all but a kiss.

Your vassal that I am.

Your Tour de Force of a knight.

Yet with the sheepishness of a lamb.

With moral forth and right.

Gentle is the smile that is of your face.

With such beauty that dwells deep within you.

Each step that you take is filled with splendid grace.

Each motion a movement in lyrical lieu.

Like an Earthrise you fill the day with alchemy.

With beauty, loveliness and angelic song.

You fill me with warm, peace, admiration and affinity.

To thee my heart doest belong.

For what goes the second that you are not in my every thought.

Not does the hour go by that you haven't come to mind.

It is amorous words to my lips and fingers you have brought.

Sweetest dreams of adventurous romance of apexous kind.

Your laughter is music upon my ears.

Your voice a gentle harp played upon heart strings.

Your face a brilliance that brings envy from your peers.

And your gentleness is from what love springs.

As if I was under the spell of you,

I seek to be near one so fair.

Fighting past any Devil's Rue

For the one with dovish eyes and silken hair

If I have to move heaven and Earth,

Or Weather the Phoenix's questions or be eaten,

Or pay King's ransom in gold and mirth

For there is no foe that can't be beaten.

The only foe to wary is "not try".

That one who tells me there's not a chance.

That troublesome demon of esteem to die.

That one who tells me not to burden my lance.

He pops up with his "logical" thinking.

To tell you that you "can not" do

To tell you that there is not an inkling.

And that no man's heart is true.

But to believe his song,

For he speaks only lies to you,

Is deathly wrong.

For there ARE men who love true.

Those that see only inward beauty and true.

Those whose hearts are full of Life and love.

Those who are looking for someone like you.

Only finding the troublesome world and stormy skies above.

For what heart has a man.

Who pours his best wine.

Then spoils it upon the land.

He is not of my kind.

For my lady you are finest wine

And precious of stones beyond worth.

Any jewel worthless compared to thine.

Any pearls are just stones in the surf.

Let your self play upon my heart strings.

Get yourself lost in my love.

Let the night flow as passion sings

Like that of wings of a dove.

Let go the lies and take a chance.

Whisk the winds of fears away.

Take my hand upon a romance

And venture the thin ice of a new day.

Avoir de l'amour pour vous Mon ame!

Avoir de l'amour pour Vie elle-meme!

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