Margaret Magnus

free reign you say
how could I fail to support?
let what would reign
have absolute dominion
let the Silence descend
let the Heart set out upon its course
Let the Master return
and seat Himself comfortably by the fire

The senses revive
each color, each line
each gentle instant
each word
fluid as the night

the ladies
drape their native art about the throne
a quickening in their glance
their attention and aspect
I come pure as fire
and will not fail