For Jessica

Existing in minds, the poets imagery
gentle flow the images divine
of twinkling stars and chimes
in the proclamation of arrival
as the figure sublime
dressed in gossamer gown
and a knight’s armour
swept in with a warrior’s stride
lights of silver through white gauzy gowns
full of loving and love
the heralds’ trumpets sounded

sounds of hollow bamboo
full blown by soft lips
ululating melody
reaching for the snow-capped mountains
reedy sounds divine
woke the warrior’s slumber
smiles blushes and kisses
touches soft and fluttery…
distant sounds of fisher folks
mingled with soft sighs
as ecstasy supreme were reached

Walking through rose-scented gardens
striding over famine wracked lands
riding on horseback through the western plains
swimming naked in blue lagoons
picking shells at an isolated beach
making love under foreign white skies
green grassy land of before
holding hands under flower laden trees
picking a sakura from the garden
These imageries and more remind me of you
My Jessica


A tribute to Kou_Indigo