The Sun Baptizes
Written by Jonathan Henderson
Thursday March 20, 2014 @ 11:21 AM
Winter died for a thousandth Julian time
At the crossing of the great geographical
Divide, and how I herald Solis' emergence
From her hibernation decreed that it shall
Always forever be once upon a year, but
Now, it's time to go, and the steel drums
Coronate you as the queen of my universe's
Isles of sweltering jungles so lasciviously
Begetting a new day for this Scots-Irish
Bloke comprising of an American soul and
How I cry for a death to an eternal eclipse,
A tryst, she calls my name, that dame, my
Lovely Lady Godiva, how I'll forevermore
Be your peeping Tom, for I wish to never
See another sight less than exquisite, for
You are my soul, and this, our Spring, will
Be forever ours, ma chere!
Written by Jonathan Henderson
Thursday March 20, 2014 @ 11:21 AM
Winter died for a thousandth Julian time
At the crossing of the great geographical
Divide, and how I herald Solis' emergence
From her hibernation decreed that it shall
Always forever be once upon a year, but
Now, it's time to go, and the steel drums
Coronate you as the queen of my universe's
Isles of sweltering jungles so lasciviously
Begetting a new day for this Scots-Irish
Bloke comprising of an American soul and
How I cry for a death to an eternal eclipse,
A tryst, she calls my name, that dame, my
Lovely Lady Godiva, how I'll forevermore
Be your peeping Tom, for I wish to never
See another sight less than exquisite, for
You are my soul, and this, our Spring, will
Be forever ours, ma chere!
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