A Powerful Spellbound

Over the horizon paints the burning sun yellow,
Where flowers bloom in silver strings;
His dazzling eyes make patterns of white and gold,
The mimicry of it makes bare-naked love spring;

Mere trapezes pivot in my night sleep,
Where the flaming moon burns forth;
Swinging into the vast ocean so deep,
I swam into the waves of the open door;

I could fly high as a pelican,
Feathered wings I need not to linger;
The magic of this sweet pitfall stands,
In this heart's sweeter than November;

Fairy-dusted pixies come with my neverending flight,
They touch him and I, I feel no hate;
Love comes together in so ever tight,
In this Crimson heart will it forever stay;

I behold the whimsical apparition,
Apart from me and my love's endless flying;
Its unscarred face seems not an oblivion,
No man or unearthly being tried to do the smight;

His magic spell brought us akin,
The offspring of where love stood witness;
The sundial paid no attention and took a spin,
We are but humans who so ever need exuberant bliss;

He casted brown over hills and mountains,
An extravagance of no woes but laughter;
Man's deeds made breach of stains,
In love's more than a love of a brother's;

My love and I held hands, palm to palm,
An audience bear love's wooes;
Before God and a crowd of psalms,
True love, here and now, truly bestows.