Our Marriage Bed


Between the saplings of two holy trees,
 Beneath their limbs of wondrous fruit and shade,
 There is a leafy arch, a nuptial glade,
Where we may rest our marriage bed on knees,
Caress in dalliance, each wish we please.
 Emerald flora will our bower braid,
 Drop ripening fruit, on our pillows laid.
Lullabies shall waft through the evening breeze.

My gentle love, me your lips draw in sighs.
 Your eyes are brighter than the stars’ soft fire.
  Our natures shall merge as one in delight . . .
If the day, if morning’s sun should arise,
 You will be my arch-flowering desire.
  God shall compass our love with noon and night.