Summer of Poetry

These poems are a group that I have composed so far this summer. Tell me what you think and how I might be able to improve upon them. :)

New Year's Eve 

Late yestreen I saw her here,
A waning time to start the year-
The mellowed minute mildly passed,
and ne'er within a lime-like Jade
did the smoky sounds of a lyre play.
A pleasing Jacinth scent had spoke
of hallowed haunts of long ago-
And a slumber in which she was placidly placed
prompted me to come, in haste,
to open her all-seeing eye:
to feel our aspect from inside--
A vision of prospective thought:
an image of perfection caught!
That curious iris, oft shut closed,
that deep set eye of antiquity told
of happy-havings never to fold;
a transmutation of the soul!
Chalk the marks near sevenfold,
here the future was foretold!

Contemplations
-beauty and solemnity

The musings of a middling day:
a Circadian chaunt that never strays-
Pleasing to the half-shut eye
are the routine ways of meandering time!
I was glazed in meditative thought
when deep in the parting day I caught
a vexing vision that vanished near-
A tribute to She that then appeared
in the fragment of a fading frame,
which frequented Fuchsian tones untamed.
Against the translucency of the sky
was heard the crashing cross-directional tides,
that like an omen, ceased to sound, at a 
moment which circulated round
her gaze upon this wide, wide world-
As wide as ever was so told
by the prophets in their gaze!
The Orchids dragged in a droopy daze,
and a brazen fusion ne'er was seen
of beauty and solemnity. 

Symbols

Fine, fine, flora on the vase,
I touched the bloomy base.
Obsequiously she came to me
lined with a lucid face.
An amphoral type it was, this vase,
affected by the mind-
A plethora of trickling tones had teased
her untamed, wild eyes!
She wrought her gaze upon
the words thus written in the air.
Luminescent were the signing curves
so all should see them there.
Phantasmagorical were these signs,
ever-changing with quick time;
She, with all conceptions lost,
dropped freely with a chime.
An eyesome beauty never was seen-
A scene so mystery-marked!
Her sinuous curves were lit against
the signing in the dark.
Suddenly, she stood again,
a presageful look she held,
as she came up close to me
to say what had her felled.
Slight from the drop, her clothes
had been, exposing most of all,
her skin upon a rising chest
that bore some symbols scrawled.
She spoke of the great God,
and the piquancy of life!
She brought to me sweet knowledge:
the harmonious end of strife.

Ascension
The wailings of a thaumaturgic dirge,
the Spellman's song of yore,
was heard midway the soft lea
where an effulgent ray was born.
Across the fields, and down the tract,
She walked as the sun does,
moving westward toward the spot
leaving daylight as it was.
Her eyes told of the cosmos high,
wide, and ever-bound-
I wondered what I witnessed
as the shining light she found
entrapped her body in its beams,
She started then to shake,
as the Spellman's song grew louder
and vibrated on the lake-
And then to hear her sing along!
Her murmurs' mangled measure
turned my surprise into fear,
and then, into great pleasure.
She lays down on the grass
and makes an angel on the spot,
her soul was lifted then,
leaving darkness on the lot.

It was a place that I once knew:
temperate fields of diurnal dew!
A land that murmured spectral songs,
that once had enthralled hoards and throngs.
I felt the essence of the place,
where all but one soul was displaced.
The temporal signs of sunny May
came streaming through a never-ending day,
and miles deep I heard her say:
miles deep I heard her say--
An instantaneous night had then appeared!
From day to night, I felt her near!
She stepped from a spot of enigmatic brume,
a visage you have never seen,
here against a tumultuous moon!
Her floating eyes, they led the way,
standing like Artemis, I heard her say--nothing .
She was my metaphysical guide,
leading me to come to find,
the cosmic boundaries of my life;
the energy flowing that was rife--
And she needn't say a word to show,
the ways in which the rivers flow.