The Eternal Day
The orange meadow beyond the sun
Is where we flee in glee to run
By laughing streams
In moonlit, loving, silver beams,
Among glasses of gold, and silver dreams!
O, take my hand where the white petals play
Over fields of sapphires, jades and hay,
In the kisses of the eternal fountains,
In the ecstatic courtyards, beyond the mountains;
Let us rove in love, where the red leaves stray.
Listen to the flutes and mandolins
Which praise your name as the summer ascends!
Behold my dear the rain of violins
As they pour upon your ardent eyes
With a rapturous majesty that never ends!
Let us walk upon the turquoise skies,
To the strains of our wondrous, infinite sighs!
My only woman, source of all my bliss,
Let us find the wide, astounding meads
Where the river runs to, where the river leads,
To the diamond tears upon your dress, to a kiss,
To a gilded caress, to an inexpressible buss,
To paradise upon the earth, rewarding us
For all our good deeds! ~ John
Lars Zwerenz
