Oh Nectar Pool

Oh Nectar Pool Oh nectar pool is that His reflection floating on thy golden surface in thy flaming liquid nectar the Beloved’s scent is found; perhaps His lips once touched thy limpid waters which caught the vision of His beauty and then went mad; I too a sip do seek of liquid wine from His dark eyes; oh nectar pool clear the mists of old with shining liquid fire that in the window of thy brightness He may appear.

Michael Raysson