Gently resplendent she floats upstream
Dreaming so sweetly her enchanted dream.
And we on the banks of the magical stream
In awe worship her.
Sweetly reclining on silken smooth waves
She conjures up visions that every man craves.
And we simple souls forever her slaves
In awe worship her.
Smiling most heavenly she glides softly through
Leaving in her wake a faint ripple or two.
And we holding to our eternal faith true
With love worship her.
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3 comments:
Is she imagination?
she is a lot of things: woman, a boat, an upstream-flowing river, religion, desire, summer warmth and plenty, knowledge, humanity, imagination, life beheld by man.
:)
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