Nympaea Alba…
I play the soft romantic rôle of Nymphaea Alba
oh…so lightly lightly ling’ring
on our musing mountain-spring
the pure October air ablush and shivering…
I know your lovely lively Spirit will fly by
in just a sigh…to sing and waltz with me
to lay with me, mildly amerging
with my maiden lily-soul…
we’ll sense the Whole of Nature’s Wonder
in the sweetness of our unity
we’ll see the sheerest Light ‘long Heaven’s hills…
a whispered windchime of emotions
will be whirling through our allembracing thrills…
I hear the breathing of your silver wings nearby
my cream corolla widely opened to your smile…
and while the frailest jaden grasses frame
the image of our dream we’re being lifted
by Love’s One eternal stream…
Najade
© Drs. Rikki Keller
Sunday, 22 October 2006
