In the hush gathering
of the weary
mid-night noon when
the
golden light of moon
dances open,
beneath and over the
lonely mountain hubs,
        I come to
thee
In thy lush kingdom
that
stands on the distant
edge of the endless
world. I
come, paving the
      pathless road
on the wind, a fierce
breath of
no form,
playing upon the tune
of sekmuri
harp, and weaving the
pearls of joy into the
         thousand
chains of song. As my
golden chariot of the
starlit
flowers crosses
the threshold of thy
womanly world, a
serene footfall of thy
song recedes
into the corners of my
ears. My heart
dies in silent awe
           in utter
amazement— and
my lonely gaze
spreads around
like a flicker of flame,
in desperate hopes
and
                craving.
I march
forth into the depths
of thy world,
Your Majesty, in the
midst of longing, far
in
the gloomy
shade of the desolate
woods, I behold upon
thy grace, holding a
hollow flute of reed in
hand,
         playing upon
the glimmer of light and
its shadow,
enshrouding thy form.
As I whisper thy name
in the deepening
helm of the wind's ripples,
thy little eyes
bear the weight of wonder
along thy coloured
              eyelids,
and
the ****** bud of
thy lips open up with
smiles of odour.
Thou comest straight
to me, bearing the
awe of bliss endless
           upon the
throne
of thy heart. Ah— thy
heart
bleeds in the bond
of delight like gold in
the beams of light,
Your Majesty! The dust
of light swirls with
The waves of
clouds amidst the
widening
sky and in its darkest
            shade
of
gloom, eachother's
heart meets in the field
of love and plays until
the dawn's first
colour of gleam paints
upon
the lush of sky. Ah— the
joy that weighs
between us knows no
bounds, Your Majesty!