From: ibshambat@gmail.com   
      
   The Golden One   
   Turns to me when I am sleeping   
   And says, I love you.   
      
   The Golden One   
   Looks inside of my soul   
   With her heavenly eyes   
   And says, Follow me where I'm going.   
      
   The Golden One   
   Gives unto my soul   
   White orchid petals of tenderness   
   Soft white sea foam of eternity   
   Loving caressing winds of her spirit   
   And brings me to life.   
      
   Rainbows of glory stand over the head   
   Of my Golden One   
   Feather-white lilies reach for the sight   
   Of my Golden One   
   Ripples in ocean whisper the name   
   Of my Golden One   
   Wind caresses her face.   
      
   When my Golden One leans her head to the sun   
   Light interpenetrates her soft features   
   And when my Golden One looks in my eyes   
   Love shines in our hearts   
   And when my Golden One stands on a cloud   
   Thunderbolts play in her hair   
   And when my Golden One imagines   
   Life longs for its soul.   
      
   No, I will not ask you what made the Golden One   
   Greatness must always be self-creative   
   And if I were to know the mechanism   
   It would no longer be hers.   
      
   No, I will not tell you the name of the Golden One   
   She should remain mysterious and eternal   
   For all that is eternal must be mysterious   
   Lest it be polluted with time.   
      
   No, I don't know nor do I wish to know   
   How the Golden One sings before you   
   What delights she can paint on this planet   
   These are hers only to give.   
      
   I wish only to love my Golden One   
   And to treasure my Golden One   
   And to reach for the skies with my Golden One   
   Where we will merge together into eternal love.   
      
   https://sites.google.com/view/ilyashambatpoetry   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)