And endlessly I prayed for this magical life, besides the sweet spired fleet bed

In this fast anointed fiercely sirened house, one sweet minute before rose-life's

Noon, and night, and red-royal altarlight. The rivers of this raptive vernal woman give

Intra-veining castle-skin within crowning sure hands: I held, and I saw

Through Her Father's loving eyes the roots of regal crenative countrysides.

(A lovely spinney of a royal Lady - She made all things work?)

I am never too proud to cry for i will forever live for the palacing pearlers of

The eager saviour smile that star-anointed keen life with queeny dancer-gown-lands.

All her sanctive shows are buried now but Her legendary sovereign body will

Keep going now beyond ermine-elysiums where sea-star-shapers soothe

Heavenly after-life coronated kingdoms with mastering stage-leaders as blood-roods

Move and move till royalty comes peppering throne-caves with robed alarms.

Walking out of a sweet heart-sky, i will stop and cry for some sort of a kind dreamed world

And I will come to a blue world of hills that causes trees to boom like a feather

And I will forever recall the amazing dreams She gave to everybody

And I will forever use my mind to remember eternally our tawny buzzy Queen.

O, though we cried as She died, fearing the tumult of life's buzzy chapel-tears,

The last song of the husky heroine-voice sent darkness swiftly away from

This poet's weird world whose madness must get fathered till Kings get gone.

And out of this world, i get, without losing, the reason why our Queen lives forevermore.

O deepest of ermine blooms, about all the worlds i have said life long, light's treasure

Comes carrying God's creation while all my senses sing blood's dancing Son; and, scored,

On that weeping grave-day, the tears out of these teased conic eyes eased mine.

Until I die myself, may weeping spheres sing for Heaven's eternal royal blessing.

AMEN?

 

 

 

Copyright JEDB 13/09/2022 for the attention of Poet Laureate Simon Armitage?