Oh dear Magdalena
an allure in purple hue
the seeing all that mattered here
was knowing days of you

From the city of the Angels
ventured forth to rule as Queen
that elusive object of desire
in pursuit of distant dream

In deepest depths of winter chill
breath it formed ethereal mists
as began the game of love
eyes they met and lips were kissed

Heading off o'er frozen stone
that glittered brightly frosted
the star encrusted mystic bridge
well that was where we crossed it...

 

Oh pure Magdalena
dovelike vision linen white
Untouchable realm of sanctity
gentle presence in the night

Through silent sombre sleeping woods
we'd walk across this land
to be caressed by dreamlike fog
and ever hand in hand

As warmer winds began to blow
bringing rainfall from the west
the storm that came at setting sun
blew as passion without rest

The morn' that followed was so still
the world it looked the same
but high in Heaven talk was rife
of who should take the blame...

 

Oh sweet Magdalena
fragrant bloom of madder rose
eyes in softest hazel brown
loveliness held close

Re-awake as gentle spring
when buds shyly do emerge
flowers of woodland and of meadow
all caught up in the urge

Renewed with purpose and endeavour
reaching upward ever higher
nature spreads her blessings forth
we climbed gothic spire

The birds were happy in the nest
and all life it seemed good
but the chick that fell unseen to ground
left faintest speck of blood...

 

Oh dour Magdalena
madent face with black hair cover
tearful offerings fall to Earth
in honour of the mother

Can the sun in all its glory
be thought of risen too soon
if in the fullness of its splendour
eclipsed by soulful moon

Spiders weave their webs unseen
thus lines of fate are spun
and no surprise is felt so sharp
than end of scarce begun

The eerie chill thus passed away
like spectral apparition
that sighs however as it parts
'not all seeds bear fruition'...

 

Oh radiant Magdalena
aglow in beams of golden sun
dance now gentle butterfly
for summer has begun

Merry flowers opened to the light
the air was filled with hum of bees
field mice gathered up the grain
bird song floated on the breeze

Milk and honey in the larder
a time of plenty and of ease
days of pleasure in contentment
hearts of poets did apease

Warm rain begins to gently fall
a face ecstatic caught in rapture
perfect moments oh how they pass
and what thing does the artist capture...

 

Oh dreamy Magdalena
sublime perfection clothed in blue
like mystic fruit from off the vine
sweet to the lips and ever true

That precious necklace of the skies
jewel like rainbow shining bright
appeared amidst the ambling clouds
and all within the world seemed right

Gliding through still waters
so crystal clear and pure
drawing forth an immaculate veil
toward the horizon of azure

A harvest then was gathered in
placed in rectangle bound with number
angels turned their face away
as hope eternal began her slumber...

 

Oh bitter Magdalena
autumn leaves in lemon yellow
malignant doubt she must increase
and rings make sounding hollow

The tide began to slowly turn
were once was praise now scorn
as darkness gathered all around
romance seemed so forlorn

Stranded helpless on the shore
the waves far out of reach
i grasped a handful of the sand
on sad abandoned beach

Rancid seaweed twisted driftworod
rotting fish and bloated flies
cautious crabs walk ever sideways
maybe some tell lies...

Oh distant Magdalena
a silver star occluded
time drifts slowly ever by
still dreamers are deluded

A hurtful wound within my side
were crescent rib was taken
the fullness of the moon that waxed
e'rr love became forsaken

All the fear and all the pain
that life it has to give
you suffer these and then can say
i do believe i live

Words of promise and of trust
we often give when starting
yet declarations of true love
seemed strange to me in parting...

Morpheus.