My Eternal September's Song to Sylvia

Its the longest I have ever written...took a fair bit of time..But I enjoyed writing it.....spl write

Dear September, do you know I look

into the blue heavens,waiting for you

Its all that the little life of my morning awaits.

 

O September, I cannot tell you

How much my evening breath

crawls towards your pearls

Seeking the aura of thy miracles,

the fragrance of your air

And thy warmth against my cheeks

 

Summer has been long, without

Your perfumed flowers, buds of Rain !

September, do you know how I long

 

For your warm-cold touches

Like a blushing rose of Sylvia

We who were born among these seasons.

September, do you know how I pray

to you be my Spring

that you bring life to my dead leaves.

And God shalt change the Time's course

Seasons, if they could suffer a recursion

I would worship you more.

 

September, do you know I look

For your heart in random people 

Like Sylvia, her holy feet, the golden heart.

I look for gardens of self-felicity

The princely poetic sketches of life

That burn, and grow in the life of my ink.

 

Where the heart’s golden pleasures reside

Even with the burden of rapturous May

Silken ed heart awaits, for laughing silver wings

 

O like a heavenly muse, clothe then in purest wings

Sylvia, you make me salute the sun

With the radiance of morning

 

September, do you know, you are like Sylvia's

dawn of honeyed generosity, sunny beams that glide

across the continents, summit of the earth.

 

Where all love’s pilgrims come!

To circle such sweetness, as is here

Sylvia, you know I love September, like you

 

And how the wildest wind weeps here,

over these cold sands

and wet isles of happy memories.

September, do you know I look for you 

In children who cry for bread, as my heart

Muffling the dim eclipses of life’s ironies

 

Like birds in their nest and bees on their way

I am the little lantern of Sylvia bright company

Only I know yours secret names, your true qualities

 

White as bereaved light, pointing to the east

Look on the rising sun, there September does come

Sylvia, how easily you portray the god's grace.

  

Chasing the crayons,completely from my eyes

Keeping there a little dream, an infant crown

The magic of lunar beams ,thy dove like sighs

 

Did Sylvia wept for me, as I weep for you and thee

O September, return me again to thankfulness

And peace, that human dress of moods

 

That few can resign me to, like Sylvia!

Bright, as love, mercy, pity and peace

As all must love the human form, so I am resigned

 

September, do you know how I look

into the night and the stars?

Searching for fairies and angles, their radiance.

Places, where I can sense birds resting in their nests

Hearts, whose flowers glow with the moon’s embrace

Paths, where delight flocks from the feet of angels bright

 

New worlds to go, like Sylvia's dreams

That soothed my heart now at rest, blessed

The dew of the ecstasy of home in my sour heart

 

Beside, streams that lapse into the autumn

Beside, little birds that glide across the sky

Migrating for what, for the echo of hills?

O September, calming my lapsed parts

Like Sylvia, taking me from my starry floor

Prisoner of my watery shores, escaped

 

Only you could break those heavy chains

Of my selfish vanity, my bondage to temporal states

Carved out of my chest, now resting on my palms

 

Will you again be my  song of joy, September!

Let the Sun chase my light again

Let us build Heaven in watery sunlit air!

 

Let that pain reside a little long

and then die forever,in the graceful fire of love

diminish into ash of earthly feels

 

Follow me, to the palace of happy notes

Where we settle in the chapel of the Future, to pray

And laugh of the times, the story of how we met

 

Like the voice of the children in our purity,

Our fickle-d months of little fight and flight

When we were unable to find magic

 

Sylvia, you gave me a million reasons to smile,

to lead a happier life, eyes for the forest of the night

Symmetry to summon the time of youth that fled

 

That such a flower as May never bore

O May, why Did you took it away from me

The sun-flower of the Sylvia's  songs

A Chapel was built inside my heart

By your gender care, the doors open with candles

For all who will ever hereafter enter my life

 

The lilac elation and purity of altruism

Into Sagittariun steps of the loving Sun!

Of the purity of our creation.

 

Dear Girl, so pleasant and warm, like water

Running in my blood from the palace walls

Maybe I will never know such mercy again

 

Of September’s mystery spread above my spirit

Of baits of care and bandits of hope

Such fruit of innocence, from ocean colored goddess

 

White-faced treasure-tears, honest feeling

That I love you like the little bird, my friend

Admiring you with priestly care, hoping for your prosperity

 

At every turn, O’ the September knows me well enough

O September, I cannot tell you how much I missed you

Before you were even here, blessed presence

 

I know maybe I can't hold you, keep you?

We each have our season to dwell in a holy place

I cannot judge you, nor truly comprehend

 

Sylvia, with a few kind looks, I am indeed healed

Those tender limbs of mine with terror shook

But no more, now no more, because of you

 

Pale and weak, I find the birds spring on every tree

Since you came, since you let me into your sweet company

And I tear, for not knowing what to say

 

Of the contrast between cruelty and kindness

O my September I know you would blow me away

Like pollen swept in youthful errors and anxious hours

 

The thief of love has stolen a peach

And called her my friend, meek she doesn't let me see her cry

Sylvia, striving against the saddling bands

 

I beg to soothe you & smile at your innermost parts

Though I know not how many months it will take

To speak to you in whispers and tell you of the embrace

 

Of melting in our prime, and speaking past the

Soft melting of snow, the March sweet-madness

The tiding of the greatest art, those gratified desires

Sylvia, my beloved heart and soul

You are as Spring’s liberty and revival

Child, when I look into your eyes

How we are all songs of innocence

melodies of purest hearts alive

Piping down valleys wild, that I’d weep

For joy from my water stained and rural pen 

That my tongue will die to praise

The love that may never reach my lot!

Sylvia, you are like a distressed damsel

Lost in summer of your your own dreams

Where your mother couldn't weep, I do for you!

 

Risen from unrest, to nature’s clarity upturned

When the creatures lick your hands, think of me

Filled with the gentleness of deep surprises

 

September, Sylvia, was when you welcomed me

Into mutual heaven of so much metaphors

That the poets inside me, grew each day

 

Will I ever be able to give, the same solace dear?

Every tear in my eyes, knows her weight of infinity

As to a fallen leaf, the Autumn and the wind.

Oh beloved September , If ever could you bring back this day

I would put my tender little heart, on Sylvia's golden feet

I will bring that spring magic, kissing our restlessness.

I would cuddle your spirited parts with my Soul divine

With mortal rags dry thy heavenly tears of so much giving

And hide a little love for me, under your tender heart.

Author's Note

Perhaps I am living for that day...hoping that someday I will live that day again.

Reviews

[gombeggar]

very well done expression here...only a few typos with punctuation

[Annie S]

Your writing is very emotional about September it self.The use of your descriptive words amaze me and leaves me intrigue. This flows very nicely and you structure of this poem is beautifully written
Lovely Poem. Keep writing :)

[Balkaran Sidhu]

thank you :)

[Annie S]

You're welcome

[Blue Ivory]

I understand your morning reference :P You saying that the mornings are hard, I'm guessing? And I take it that by September you are also symbolizing the girl, and all that you hope that "September" rejuvenates is referring you. Wow, this is a really long poem! You must've put a lot of dedication into it! Not in vain, though. This is really good. Good enough to be published in a real book. You should really try to get published in a book. You're good enough. It's nice to actually know the back story behind your poems now :) I can understand where all those feelings come from.

[Balkaran Sidhu]

Thank You Siren....i ll get this published someday hopefully