Year 2013 A.D.

Of Serpentine Streams

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The white lily rolls
Aboard the lime light vessel
In endless liquid,
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Drinking the sweet wine
Of an eternal garden
Birthed in godly myth,
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Bidding a fine morn
To the lapping deer and fawn
Nuzzling her petals
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That enchant pure life
In her pearl-breathed aroma
Luring cold nostrils.
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She whirls about foam
In the azure depths of notes
Hummed by serene waves,
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Chasing destiny
About mossy cliffs and stones
Clinging to mire,
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Holding fast lest fate
Rip them from their sound abode
And spread them like stars -
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Stars long gone sightless
As halo streaks pierced the tarp
Of transient night.
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And her feathers kiss
So white a kiss to the rose
Just waking from sleep . . .
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Its red blossoms bow
In flattering royalty
To the white sailor
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As the lark swoons high
Within sighing orchid limbs.
He chirps lyrics quaint ,
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And in reply bobs
The cherry speckled maiden
Upon the current
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Promising fair winds
And bountiful tunes to birth
In the sun's first blush
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She drifts forever
Onward past warrens and knolls
Of vivid flora
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Covering the bare
Naked eternity of
Infant stirring bliss
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She croons to the dawn
Whilst drifting in a garden
Of serpentine streams

~Lisa Arnold