Blonde On Blue
Two colours,nothing more, and yet they invoke a world of beauty.
Out of the fields of night,A flower; fragrant, fair and newEmerges in the mystic lightTo blossom blonde on blue.Beneath her eyelids darkness dwells,A restless darkness, deeply warm.Whispering words of love it tellsOf passion's all consuming storm.The sun, above her now ascending,Caresses the land where she was born,With the breezes all attending,He grants her the colour of the corn.Eternal beauty beO daughter of the morni...