Don't Pull Your Love - John Zwerenz / via YouTube

MARY - John Zwerenz Published on Jan 29, 2013 Mary / Written And Performed By John Zwerenz / (c) Copyright 2013 / Recorded New York City, U.S.A. at Hamilton Studio / Producer: John Zwerenz Category Music License Standard YouTube License

NEW HAMPSHIRE (2:28) - John Zwerenz

NIGHT IN PARADISE

 

The night is veiled in purple.

My lady walks with her long, black mane

Upon the dew-clad reeds, tall, smooth and supple,

To the gazebo in the moonlit rain.

She smiles at the grass

As the soft, sweet zephyrs gently pass

The greenery by the gondola where she longs for a kiss.

Such is of the night, and only this.

 

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.

 

 

 

YOUR WAKE

Your Wake

 

You walk as an angel in the soft, summer air

 

Wearing a pearl-white braid

 

Which clasps a raven tress

 

In your long, black hair.

 

And with each step that is laid

 

Upon the trail, with your naked feet, below your dress,

 

A delicious scent is found in your wake

 

Meant only for my soul to take.

 

- John Lars Zwerenz  (Taken From Eternal Verse, To Be Published Soon)

 

 

 

Amour

 

Our pilgrimage is over.

Behold the lapping rain upon the clover,

Which paints the gray of our castle’s tower

With water from the colossal bay,

Among the garden bower.

Our spirits converge anew.

I kiss you

As you lay.

Let our kisses speak of the morning dew,

Let them softly allay

Our last ecstatic rapture of blue

As the clouds cover the eaves.

There are carmine leaves

Which speak of only you

In the forest where the linden grieves

With sobs of felicities

Pondering you.

I shall take your delicious head in my hand

As the showers grace the square,

And the blond horizon of the dappled land.

We shall inhale every wine which flows

From the rain which glows in the autumn air.

And I shall kiss your lips forevermore.

Let our love rattle thunder upon the oceans’ floor.

Let the diamond heights

Of our nuptial night

Pace like ghosts who only speak of their love

To one another, upon the dales of grass,

All clothed with dew.

We have achieved the pinnacle of heaven, no less!

And when the night does pass

I shall truly confess-

Everything and all of beauty is in you.

- John Zwerenz