Marie

Marie is the name of a woman who loves me, a new muse to guide the gospel of my litanies
Sung to harmonies of a quaking desert wind that roils dirt devils,
Where I am not alone amid the inner fires of spontaneous peering
Into quite essential groin of all creation and the loving stalk that blooms therein.
Marie, I fancy marvels in your private smiles of heavenly joy;
Your chorus with bright bodies spinning in the skies forever,
Singing in the love chant unto temples gliding grandly in ethereal space
And soul's embrace, and the music of a lover's dream.