Lovers Cathedral

Sweeping her into his arms, breathing gently they searched into each other’s eyes, locked the light flowed between them, both turning their heads the cathedral opened, the grand forest lay before them

Gazing in silence, willow trees graced the soils as though bowing to king and queen, tall oaks reached up into the stars and unseen truffles perfumed their basis,
Rocks glowed emerald by cascading streams, where fawns of pale red whispered their thirsts, and doe’s liquid brown eyes watched in peaceful sermon

Pathways threaded in pristine white onion and blue bells, and pouring’s of wild milk orchards clustered as golden sun sprang forth, painting endlessly into a picture, their luscious orange centers exploding like solar flares, below green prongs quivered on the light warm breeze as though princesses skirts splaying in curtsy.
Webs hung delicately through the trees and leaves encrusted with tiny suspended emeralds reflected sun rays that cast upon pathways

Around sweet flowers of gold and fuchsia bees played the air with the sound of drums, and fairy folk rowed their soft backs each carrying baskets of shimmering dusts, ants paused in reverence as light clouds of purple cascaded down, then continued on their way.

Ivy touched by sun glow wound lovingly around trunks in lovers endless embrace, and giant silver ferns spread the miles dancing like royal court members, one in front of another lightly touching, young succulent growth centers curled as though bowing listening to celestial music

Fresh sea salt perfumed the air and waves rumbled the forest floor, excited they turned to the distant mountains, pathways fell below scattered with quartz as glittering rainbows of colours awash formed ponds.

And the two lovers whispered in chant;

“We lay behind the star bright sky,
we do not fear pagan of heart are we.
Lore of old we both do share, my love for you,
by day, by night, in thought and in sight,
will my soul lean meaning of this life again,
from our moon lit throats candles high flare,
our dance begins, I meet you there.

Gazing back into each other’s eyes, he stepped forth still embraced their hands fasted, behind the doors closed as they laughed into the cathedral mists

── goodbye they mused

© Arnay Rumens / A Sol Poet  2014

My heathen greeting for I am old now

Wildfowl whispered on marshland like maidens around burning fires,
The Norse winds breathing in my soul ‘Odin doth call’
Blood is the sweat of this iron sword; proud are war smiths
I watch the coal biter musing in blood damp earth,
Before a fire and smoke of tallow he dreams of war

Fill these horns to brim, for I shall drink to Odin’s law
And eat I this meal of bread oyster and mussel shell
I see heavens stained blood red clouds as we cross the rainbow crystal bridge,  we shall enter Valhalla victorious once more,

Lo shall they bleed at shores blooded by iron the Saxons fall,
Raged fires shall consume their roof as thunder of north comes forth
You call us ****** that which pierces dark shadows,
We blow our horn in assembly before Odin warriors of the north

Settings suns shone red as quiet falls, serene I see Valhalla
the goat and mead hall, roasting beef and herring
I no longer fear drowning suns for the Valkyries sweet song I do hear
Freyja shall breathe my new reign at dawn  

The old wars are over but our fight shall ne’er end,

─ Lo I see my father


ASPAR (Arnay Rumens)  © 2013

Sentient twas breeze on nights chilled whispers,
In the magic of moon and darkness,
A slip of silver cast her wing tips,

I watched told by those, whom lay with stars,
Athena billows near perching oak and tree,
Harbinger of spring hungry yet not starved,

Deceive thee, ah tis bane silent thoughts to hear,
Into the darkness of souls inspiration dances near,
Teach I shall be done by voice fire and silent air,

Listening to subtleties, I carry the hidden,
Many see my repose,
Malevolent mine eyes I can tear,

Standing near thy window I Athena
── Am owl peering near


© ASPAR (Arnay Rumens)  2014

Where reverent suns are red,
I inhale a golden sun and hold the moon,
Floating in a cosmic centered bath

Dancing in ablaze of space,
Communing with sentient splitting stars
naked I have roamed among
ravenous red fire flowers in bloom,
lips, juicy sweet ardent wet fervours

Earth spinning, my dance be illusion,
To his kisses I forever weaved magenta trees,
Breathing earth’s day of vermillion,
Chasing samsaric robes, torn in
confusion, I grasp egolessness,
How I flickered black and white to and fro

The immortal swordless in his arms,
the awakened watcher in sky robes,
Yearning for star fields,
yet poisoned by the darkest snake,
Whispering, whispering,
his hallow raptures of

“Love”

─ © Arnay Rumens / A Sol Poet Ju. 112014

In the sleepless night skies I called,
To he who runs with stars in his veins,
She who seeks without light one kiss to thee,
And waits in the Black Forest trees,
a vortex in fusion he enters the earth sleep,
wafting of poets moon sparkles,
And of ocean salt I breathed deep

Eyes of coal dust and liquid ruby varnished lips,
And I offer one bite dripping in Jupiter’s flames,
Oh darkest spirit perfume that betrays thee,
Melodious vernacular drains a pulsing heart,
Hunting, hungry, pacing, sniffing mists before me

His mouth a deep sea snake and lava salt pools,
Nails emerge aching to inflict and coax blood forth,
A calling to wet flesh and searing stars are acid weeps,
Deeply, longing I crave to taste thee,
A shudder came o’er me

In seeping fragrant dark I have walked,
Stretching eternity,
Blanketed in empty space fire raised topaz eyes,
Shadows flashed in love frenzied throes,
Snake bitten a hot silver throat spied in darkness,

And by day doth all fade to grey,
I wail and thirsty love binds us in woe,
Ne’er were such leaves and stars on Black Forest trees,
That glittered garnet blood blinking with me

Moon shadow possess their own repose,
O blackest dying hours sewn by epiphany’s content,
Yet days of grey estrangement remain,
Would heaven seem best?

─ Or thy dark kiss once!

© Arnay Rumens / A Sol Poet

When my hair becomes grey
My skin translucent and paper thin
..........When I am comfortable in divine shadow
..........I shall smile and remember
In the month of April
Sweet emotional happiness

For each day, my heart beats with sweet peace
..........I will be rich, of loves wealth
How calm the swan floats
The dew laid hay glistens in the fields
and forest horn far away

Entwined devouring lips
Masculine images of youth
.........Nuptial shadow dreams on soft night flights
Of long days held
I so lived in fatigued expectation of youth
Impatience bled upon seasons shared

On the wall a frame, a memory will give back my sweetness
For, each day I have loved you more
.........Love passes with a dream
So fleeting its effect
Sweet was my peace and not being yours
.........Framed on a wall sweet emotional happiness
Finished with poems kiss

~ A frame on the old wall ~

© Arnay Rumens /A Sol Poet