Moonlit Beauty, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Moonlit BeautyMoonlit Beauty James Sant (c. 1900)

Moonlit Beauty

Stars by the millions in the evening sky
Cast their dreamy eyes upon one so pure
The moon’s glow upon this beauty does lie
The caressing wind sings its song to her

Like a bird’s feather floating down to earth
My hands come to rest on her nakedness
Touching her so softly creating mirth
Then kissing her glow with great tenderness

Responding with a long sweet sounding moan
Brushing away golden strands kissed her nape
Rolling towards me, her full beauty shone
A moment neither wanted to escape

Touching each other in magical love
As the moon and the stars watched from above

 

Woman Walking on a Forest Trail, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Polenov Vasily-Woman Walking on a Forest Trail (1883)

Vasily Polenov, Woman Walking on a Forest Trail (1883)

 

Woman Walking on a Forest Trail, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

With bible in hand I will make my stand,
Against those who question God’s love and might.
He who may cease a life at His command,
Or give us the peace of this wondrous site.

His temple is beyond a house of stone,
It is here where my mind can hear His word.
I feel his presence though he has no throne,
It is here where my hungry heart is stirred.

Listen to the music, the sounds of joy,
Neither drums and horns nor strings can be heard,
Is smallest of creatures He does employ.
Come stand with me, your mind will be altered.

Surely this can’t be of human design,
Or random event, this place is Divine!

 

 

 

 

 

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.