Of Serpentine Streams

A Renga

 

 

 

 

Of Serpentine Streams

 

The white lily rolls

Aboard the lime light vessel

In endless liquid,

 

Drinking the sweet wine

Of an eternal garden

Birthed in godly myth,

 

Bidding a fine morn

To the lapping deer and fawn

Nuzzling her petals

 

That enchant pure life

In her pearl-breathed aroma

Luring cold nostrils.

 

She whirls about foam

In the azure depths of notes

Hummed by serene waves,

 

Chasing destiny

About mossy cliffs and stones

Clinging to mire,

 

Holding fast lest fate

Rip them from their sound abode

And spread them like stars -

 

Stars long gone sightless

As halo streaks pierced the tarp

Of transient night.

 

And her feathers kiss

So white a kiss to the rose

Just waking from sleep . . .

 

Its red blossoms bow

In flattering royalty

To the white sailor

 

As the lark swoons high

Within sighing orchid limbs.

He chirps lyrics quaint ,

 

And in reply bobs

The cherry speckled maiden

Upon the current

 

Promising fair winds

And bountiful tunes to birth

In the sun’s first blush

 

She drifts forever

Onward past warrens and knolls

Of vivid flora

 

Covering the bare

Naked eternity of

Infant stirring bliss

 

She croons to the dawn

Whilst drifting in a garden

Of serpentine streams