Sun Blossoms

My Thoughts

MY thoughts are fruited on thy magic tree
Among gold leaves, hung on a silver bough;
Fruits lustrous; delicate-hued like ivory
Or diamond stars shining on the sky-brow.

I pluck them one by one for my heart's store
Where like a rapturous vision they shall glow;
The tranced crystal walls and marble floor
Mirror their flame like glassy mounds of snow.

Each thought is burdened with thy mood divine
And wrapt with thy beauty unimaginable,
Brimming with splendours of a sun-red wine
And songs of a gold-throated nightingale.

They are my spirits moon-deep prayer to thee
Growing from earth-encumbered fiery seed
On a rocky curve of lone eternity
Woven-incense words and heaven-reveried.

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