The Song of the Bride

    The song of songs, which is my heart,
    Let no thief enter, nor the unclean despoil
    For I am a pearl of great price
    And go down into the Garden of Mother Earth.

    I am faithful to her silent need,
    Of which she cannot speak, except through me
    Yet has been defiled, and has built us a Garden
    Alike her first Garden, of lilies blooming in the night.

    My veil is ringed with every jewel.
    My linens are of purest snow
    I am dipped in myrrh and frankincense
    And shall be waiting for my groom.

    I shall pass among the dead and have not fear.
    I will pass by blood and darkened places
    Through smoke, light cannot enter in
    For I do seek the oil for the lamp.

    The watchmen rend my veil,
    They defile me
    They wish this death to be my marriage bed
    But I shall seek the oil for my lamp.

    They wish that I would lie upon the carnage in lust
    They wish upon the blackened forest to embrace
    But I shall seek the sons of mammon for my lamp
    And toil for them in meadows other than my own.

    I am pale and my senses weak
    But shall not cease to labor for another's gain
    For I have earned the oil of my lamp
    And owe no man nor beast for it.

    Behold I am yet fair
    My breasts yet heave in desire for the one
    Who shall take me under the cedars of Lebanon
    Who shall take me upon the bed of Solomon.

    For I am yet my bridegroom's desire
    I am yet his heart
    And fear not the hidden beast in waiting,
    And fear not the shadow of his form. 

    I am yet the bridegroom's love, braced in gold,
    Though I tread upon still bodies in the cold.
    The cedars are above us, pounded in gold,
    Though none can see the beauty they cannot hold.

    I will go unto the Garden, my groom,
    To kiss the freshborne fruit upon the vine.
    To take the gentle bloom upon my face
    And there to be the witness of what is mine.

    My love is the rose of Sharon,                                        the lily among the thorns.                                             
    My love is the Garden, rebuilt again.
    In armor, a warrior come back to me
    Upon the flesh of my Mother, the Earth.

    His left hand shall be under my head,
    His right hand will embrace me.
    Rise up, dear love, and come to me
    For the winter is past, the rain is over and gone.

    Let us stand now in clear light
    That the enemy be not upon us
    Let me light the lamp of life
    Let us fill ourselves with desire
    For that Garden which was taken from us.

    I will leave now and go
    Though his hands are upon the lock,
    I will go to the fountain of Gardens
    To the well of living waters.

    For I am a garden enclosed, my spouse,
    I am a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
    Let the winds blow upon this garden
    That the scent of the lilies may flow out.

    Behold the light, behold the promise
    Given unto my love, and to all men,
    That they may come into this Garden
    And eat of the flowers therein.

    Come to me, oh beloved,
    Oh son of Jerusalem, for you are sick in love.
    Your beloved is gone, where shall you find her?
    I have gone down into the Garden
    To feed upon the lilies.

    Who shall hear the voice of my beloved?
    He shall come leaping upon the mountains,
    Skipping upon the hills
    For he does see the light of the lamp.

    My legs are as lean and strong
    As the horses of Pharaoh,
    My lips are sweet to taste as honeycomb and milk,
    My eyes are like the dove.

    Where has his beloved gone? Oh, you
    of the valleys, where am I?
    I have gone down into the Garden
    To the bed of lilies which stain my linens
    In golden pollen, as bright as the gold of Solomon.

    I feed among the lilies, I taste
    Their sweet whiteness where there is no thorn.
    I redeem the apple that Eve tastes,
    I feed among the lilies to be whole.

    He came down into the Garden, to see
    The bounty of the valley, to see where I had gone.
    His spirit makes him like the cedar chariots
    Of Solomon, to reclaim his beloved.

    I wait for my beloved, and his desire is mine.
    My chest is supple for his hands to press,
    My waist is hard and thin,
    My member bulge out for his hand to grasp.

    I will go up to the tree of lilies
    And press my body against its trunk,
    For my bridegroom comes to rub his firm body
    Against my flesh, while pollen sift down upon us.

    The juice of his mouth is like purple wine,
    The wetness of his tongue is as holy water
    As he presses it into me. It is sweet
    As honeycomb, melting into me.

    Oh, my love, were you my brother
    And I would find you wanting,
    I would spread my linen upon you
    And bind you with colored jewels that rival sunset.

    You shall lie down upon me in sleep
    And be not awakened until you please.
    The pollen of the lily shall stain us gold
    As we lie among the flowers, now at peace.

    Who is this that comes out of the wilderness?
    What voice is this crying in the wilderness?
    I set you as a seal upon my heart,
    A seal upon my bridehead.

    This love shall conquer what is death
    For when the lamp is lit it does not fail
    Against the worldly jealousy of life,
    Remains alight, and to it as the moth, are drawn.

    The darkness comes upon us, though the lamp be lit,
    Great waters flood around us,
    The mighty offer all they own to enter in,
    But what shall touch us here?

    Shall we become a wall?
    The light that burns shall form a silver palace over us.
    Shall we become a door?
    The light shall enclose us in panels of silver.

    You are a palace and your walls are as towers,
    Walls which face new Eden.
    The light shines both morning and eve
    Like the fire inside me as you enter in.

    We who dwell in these Gardens,
    Happy bridegroom at his bride,
    Come, see the light of this lamp
    Which is but for the finding, for those who seek.