Ridgewood’s expanding art scene - Queens Chronicle: Qboro: Arts, Culture & Living

Ridgewood’s expanding art scene - Queens Chronicle: Qboro: Arts, Culture & Living
By John Zwerenz

O, Mary, thy hair is of midnight....

MARY
O, Mary, thy hair is of midnight.
Thy face is of alabaster.
Thy lips are redder than the rose.
Within your dark, brown eyes lives a sacred light,
My mother, my sister,
Where gardens enclose.
Thy feet are fairest in the glow of the moon,
When thy glistening and silver toes
Subdue each and every other dream
But the lovely, overwhelming tune
Which emanates from their soft, pearly gleam.
You possess a beatitude
No one else knows,
From which ebbs and flows
The sunrise imbued
With hues of scarlet, crimson and thyme,
Among the statues where you rove
In the Elysian clime,
In The Courts of your Kingdom,
In your spirit's cove,
Where ascends the zenith of all Christendom,
Which fills your form,
Tender, white, pure and warm,
Where I swoon for endless hours
Weened on your milky wine,
Throughout both day and night,
In astonishing bowers
Of immaculate sunlight,
And diamond-touched vine.

~ John Lars Zwerenz