Flying Figure, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Burne-Jones, Edward, 1833-1898; Flying Figure

Edward Burne-Jones, Flying Figure (c. 1870)

 

Flying Figure, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

You’re there amongst the many clouds above,
Garments of white attended by the wind,
Journey set by a flock of turtledove,
Your hair following so undisciplined.

Fing’r pointing to you so others may see.
They looking to the sky and wonder why,
Why now you can only be seen by me.
My saneness must I quickly certify?

Kalos, so beautiful shall be your name.
You so plain I know to be an eido.
If penalty due, still I will acclaim,
For it is now the time for new credo.

What is flying away is liberty,
Without her what will be our destiny?

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Kalos, eido and credo as used here are Greek words.

The Love Song, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Burne-Jones Edward-The Love Song (1878)

Edward Brune-Jones, The Love Song (1878)

 

The Love Song, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

In the bower at twilight listening:
Listening to songs of your great beauty.
I close my eyes and do see you singing,
The music, don’t stop is my anxious plea.

Sing to me my beautiful nightingale,
Sing the words of our love that touch my heart,
Those which bring me to my knees ever frail.
Though we are apart your songs do impart.

Soon together again, to hear your voice,
My adoring eyes shall be opened wide,
Being rapturous that I was your choice,
And that forever you shall be my bride.

May we never again asunder be.
If to be, your love song will comfort me.