“I will be yours there”

By Sushant Shrestha

She calls me to the greatest heights

As I sway and stumble through my way

She speaks tenderly of my eclipsed light

In her palatial presence on the seraphic bay

I have nowhere to go and nowhere to hide

Because she seizes me with an easy smile

Leaving me with laughter and shattered pride

Her gift of sacred humiliation and a celestial exile

In the clouds and through the skies

She holds me close in shivering nights

Whispering words of manifold guise

She calls me back to my greatest heights

Her golden hair entangles with mine

While our eyes meet in interminable gaze

All things disappear in her shimmering shine

In waves of her passion and her feminine blaze

She sees the royal rhymes in the depths of me

“I will be yours there” - she says in a mystic prose

Thus begins an yearning - a journey of seminal seas

A longing for my beloved and the ethereal rose