Rock (A Poem)

The amber field is all aflame;
Every sun-kissed petal speaks your name,
Bathing in the sanctified sound of rock,
Billowing from the radio,
As we wander to where the breezes go,
Amid the waves, beside the dock.

The music is profound,
Of a solemn cheer;
It paints the reedy ground
And the astonishing sunset,
As we drink our frothy beer,
Rejoicing as we share
The sweet taboo of a cigarette;

The light of June
Adorns your hair,
Along with the mystic, nascent moon.
Paradise is there,
In the bowers by the pier,
Swirling like a spinning, starlit chandelier;

For the perfumed air,
Touched by an angel's gilded wings
Resonates with ardor:
The temples of love, all immaculate and fair.
And all the universe sings
With a wistful languor
The cadences of rock and roll
As our gazes blend
On the beach where we stroll,
To where the holly-green palm trees
Waver and bend.

The grasses caress our naked knees,
As you remove your dress
To the sound of a drummer's symphonies;

And all the spirits above confess
That our love is pure, eternal and true
As bold, triumphant harmonies
Ravishingly ascend, surrounding you,
Rising like diamonds from the foaming sea;
Electric guitars reign radiantly,
Commanding the sky, and its ecstatic blue;
We fall into a rapturous ecstasy,
As the sun blesses rock with a scarlet hue;

And from joy to joy, enraptured, we mount
The majesty of a courtyard,
And the sobbing of a fount.

John Zwerenz