Stream Of Silver Light
© Surazeus
2026 05 24

The tall slender candle of mute desire
gleams in virginal window of respect
while Seraphus and Celestine sit prim
at round glass table in their hotel room
that overlooks silver Sequana River
to eat lamb and wine in memory of Troy.

Lounging on large white stone of secret faith
inside small cave that gleams with emeralds
where the River Seine springs from heart of Earth,
Sequana eats grapes and listens to wrens
that scurry along mossy rocks in roots,
but frowns when Neptunus calls out her name.

Trembling with awkward shyness of desire,
Seraphus and Celestine, face to face
by white lace curtains of pure innocence,
reach out their hands with cautious hope of love
to open windows of their hearts with care,
then kiss to taste fruit from the Tree of Knowledge.

Crouching in shadow of her jeweled cave
where healing waters spring from heart of Earth,
Sequana softly breathes celestial air
to calm wild beating of her wingless heart
as Neptunus searches thick forest of trees
while he declares intent to mate with her.

Beaming with pleasure after making love,
Seraphus and Celestine eat breakfast,
then she sits draped in long red gown of silk
and plays enchanting tune on lyre-guitar
while he paints her as Sequana the Nymph
lounging in cave where the River Seine springs.

Pushing ivy veil aside with brusque hand,
Neptunus grins when he sees lithe river nymph,
but she throws jagged stones at his chest
and darts away when he grasps at her thighs,
then ocean-tamer chases her through groves
of trees that slap his chest to slow him down.

Strolling along river park of the Seine,
as clouds blaze gold across the evening sky,
Seraphus and Celestine shyly blush
as they hold hands beneath the weeping willow,
and watch swans glide on stream of silver light,
smiling when one flaps her angelic wings.

When Neptunus, leaping on horse-swift legs,
almost captures river nymph in his arms,
lithe Sequana dodges and slips away,
then grins with long gold hair and silver eyes
as she transforms to stream of silver light
and dances freely in the moonlit grove.

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Orpheus finds Sequana dancing in the grove so he plays lyre of Mercury till she falls joyfully exhausted in his arms, and they kiss with passion of love.

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