SATURN”S WREATH

The castle of Mars’ towers (made of gold)
are reachable dreams
unfolding inside ecliptic mentors,
Where diadem maidens are women from Venus
frolicking upon tide’s purity…

Searching for rarity of imperial pearls
inside their hidden shells;
Visionaries are draped by the finest fabrics
beholden to wisdom.
Woven by the delicate hands of minstrel threads;
Harmony sings to the fertile branches
offering blooming olives…

Revealing your heart’s bounty
within beatitude’s symphony;
Treasuring each dutiful gemstone of dignity;
Coiling upon the seasoned goblets
of thirsting emotions;
The snake of Mercury enchants
mysterious illusions into choices…

Your ensouling wings shall be the freedom
to your mind's eye;
Allowing the battles of your hardships
to be recognized.
You will see the hard stones you have gathered
are victors, now cast upon mighty darkness;
To be patiently polished within your soul
upon asking for seasons balm…

Warming the brightest future sought
into your tomorrow,
Your royal garbs are vestments
from the rings of Saturn’s wreath;
Embellished with the laurel berries
of your integral soul…

Poetry by: Victoria L. McColley 2011