Ceres in Emerald Streams - Obsequiae

Throned beside the purling brook

Where throstles sing to wild throngs

Dance the fount in sweet perfume

Naiads adjuring charms and song

Fragrant springtide winds now call

To the reticence of bloom

In mirthless, sylvan meadows

Where daylight begins to loom

Here where currents gleam in silver passage

Arise now from your sleep

Sonne mandeth hire lyht

Known now is her presence

In the glimmer of the water

Undulating pools windswept

Where Ceres awaits her daughter

All life awaits you

Gilded by sunlight

Resplendence of the old Earth

As the shadows acquiesce

An aurous sunset gleams

Against the irises effloresce

Do you remember how long it’s been

Since your last breath was drawn?

How do you spend your lonely hours

When the sadness carries on?

Besotted by nighted heavens

Or the colors one seeks in dreams

Where bloom evinces sorrow

And waits in emerald streams

Ase strem that striketh stille

Mody meneth, so doth mo

Mon mandeth hire lyht

So doth the semly sonne bryht