Idyllic Swan

My idyllic swan: such sorrow and joy, a phoenix soul. And
So surreal, this magic, a mystic dream, laden with visions.
Learn the anagogic, my love: read the words of Spirit, a
World of Aum. Feel the empyreal: it lives the well of soul,
Akin to no other. Breathe the lilacs: a Japanese garden; and
Seal the mind, a russet diamond. Indeed, grip the wind, and
Glide: avoid the blackdamp. For life, a near forbidden; thus,
Journey a hidden joy: seek the lotus. In truth, clad the sky:
Paint the canvas; and mine the treasures, my idyllic swan.
Love is so intricate, a sea of blue intentions, a field of landmines.
We trek the maze, a path—seated in mistakes; and we hope to
Clear the distance. Indeed, my love, pave the vision: dig the
River; and culture the conduit. For it flows the soul: awakes
The spirit, and structures motion.