My lord takes his delight in stars
In the middle regions of the sky
In blessed spirits that mirror light
Radiant with the music of the night
My Queen takes her movement
From the waves, from the rain
Her wondrous effulgence
*
In each of her beloved thoughts
It pours and pours and never ceases
She is nature without judgment
Cycles without wait, nectars of belonging
Vaster than global consciousness
On that shore that is not a city
My lord and my Queen reside in thee
With pure white of white, delight and fire.
Wuji Seshat 
does the asterisk punctuate “effulgence?” – brilliant! —–Chagall
This was truly wonderful! 🙂
Thanks Laurien, I really remember enjoying to write this.
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Beautiful poetry.