the Ancient Priory: Dudley, West Midlands, England

( always: Be prepared to capture huge round reverberating HeartVibes...)

reedy-piped Music swirls, swells, 
                                                      crescendos,

aWake!

Hills bounce, roll, tussle, shoot emerald echoes over ancient arbors;
once shreds, alabaster ebony birds re-animate,
float down to repose
upon
delicately chiseled stone deities
(hear their Music?)

Divine this Circle:
jeweled nocturnal Mountain Sky,
where
orange Lights spray tangerine mists;

melt apricots, peaches, tangy Southern mangoes;

spread

honeyed nectar Songs, unabashed,
Her enchanted Seas' secrets ....
whispers ....

 Clouds' tender touches:
(only we see these),

Her drowsy painted tapestries,
dusk's wild horizons, brush-woven bounty
hidden maidens' apparitions
awake
beneath roseate garden canopies
tucked inside Night's turban

Once here strode monks, dreaming of lilacs glow', alight upon feather pillows:

(the sweet ones' Gifts, to make you live;
the sweet ones Gift,  to make you  live.)

Here strode monks; 

see their outlines midst Her shadows

Over here inside her valleys

their long be-robed legs stretched to wake upon the Evening Air

drifting in the cool damp grass

away, 

beyond the priory, to the cloistered orphaned dove-calls,

O, ye distant clutter, embrace Round Faeries' venerable dust 

                                       

                                     (sshhhh...)

"You float in a new Heaven;

 hear friendship's sweetest whispers?
each Moment,

 widen your eyes.

a little bit more

be not afraid

***Poems in Garlands***for my TruestAngel, my SoulMate, my sweet LK, Robin:
 see the grounds where we were wed?

© CherylFaith Taylor 2013