Monday, July 8, 2013

Peace / My Lady

PEACE

Innumerable seas
Of radiant ebonies
Course through my spirit
As I behold you
Gazing at the sky, near to it,
Beckoning its firmament of blue
To descend like a drowsy angel, tired of flight
To come home to the cradle of peace and delight.

MY LADY

My lady lives up high,
In a castle by the sea.
She is well-acquainted with majesty,
And she dreams of fair love with a longing sigh.

There is a river that does run
Through her rose garden below
Her balcony and her window,
At one with the summer sun.

She likes to pine in long, white dresses,
And in soporific trances
She ascends to lofty reveries,
As symphonies
Gleam like ethereal dances
In her mind and in her tresses
Of azure blues and ebonies.

~ John Lars Zwerenz

John Lars Zwerenz (1969- ) is an American journalist, poet and writer. He is known for his classical journalistic style and for his romantic, impressionistic and mystical works of prose and verse.



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Sunday, February 24, 2013

By The Lake (A Sonnet) (Excerpt From Eternal Verse By John Zwerenz)


By The Lake

Modest in your evening dress,
You sit among the grass of gold
Amid the wavering watercress,
Lost in sumptuous raptures of old.
And in your sunlit reveries
While a symphony sighs on the balconies,
The mountains in the distant, saffron light
Gleam beyond the courtyard's statues of white
Where the first diamond orbs of night
Approach in veils of purples bright.
How I long to touch you in those reeds by the lake,
And inhale the many perfumes that your sable tresses make
Which carried on the wind leads me to dream
Of a silent wood, and a flowing stream.



~ John Lars Zwerenz

Sunday, February 3, 2013

The Edge - If I Knew You

SCHOOLGIRL (2:14) - John Zwerenz

THE FRUIT OF IQUASU


The Fruit Of Iquasu

 

Day is dawning,

 

Upon the meadow.

 

It is early in the morning.

 

Alas!-  Let us rove

 

To where the waterfalls flow.

 

Near the gardens, the glade, the grove

 

We shall see the wondrous fruit of Brazil

 

In the brisk and lovely winter chill.

 

 

Hues of purple, blue and white

 

Descend and cascade

 

Over the eternal mountains

 

Merely for our delight!

 

 

Let us wander and wade

 

In the refreshing pool

 

In the rosemary-enchanted, lively cool.

 

Let our dreamy thoughts of rapture fade

 

As we behold the blissful falling fountains.

 

All is given from above.

 

All is majestic, sanctified and grand.

 

May Christ bless the tabernacle of our perpetual love,

 

As I kneel to kiss your fair, white hand.

 


(Excerpt From Eternal Verse By John Zwerenz (c) Copyright 2013, All Rights Reserved)


 (Painting of Iquasu, Brazil By Paul Franzetti (c) Copyright 2013, All Rights Reserved)

 

 

 

Thursday, January 31, 2013