He, My Love, My Soul, My Home.

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He is home, an island shroud in silence,
cloaked from prying eyes and dying hearts
where fairies dance in natural semblance
beneath Jasmine petals of endless stars.

The oceans crystal kiss and gentle ebb
lovers fragrant melody caressing
opal rays on my moonlit sands ahead,
and silken leaves forever confessing

He is the Wren, the Robin and the owl,
the morning sly fox and twilight whispers
He is the bear, the storm, the dark eyed growl
He is the lake that silently glitters

Painted skies of burnt peach and navy blue
loves embers on the evening rose breeze
a Velvet blanket of stars, warm and true
A percussion, symphony through green leaves.

He is ancient relics and crumbled life
Druid memories seeped in evergreen moss
Spectres of the days of zeus’s sharp knife,
a healing home to nurture my souls loss

Rustic essence of Pan and dancing nymphs,
Heather swaying between crags singing grass
Arcadia in distant dreams and links
Xanadu, I am home, my love, at last.

Karen Hayward ©2018 Image and words
He-is the personification of xanadu