Poetry

Empress, receive dominion over me -
My life, my craft, and all it touches here.
Thou art my Muse, Thou art my Holy See,
Unheedful yet as summer beaches where
Cherubic tendercare hath Thee enearthed
Or elegantly crowned in ocean spray;
With wind and sand and fondest love engirthed -
Epiphany upon a Saturday.
Then follow I, gardenia-scented Ms.,
A hero or a clown to do Thy will.
A better man may aptly call Thee his
But I submit my pen to Thee until
Released from writer's care and worldly plaint
I worship Thee as heaven's seaside saint.