Lyrical Prose on Reverence.

Eternal Feminine.

For Beauty Arouses Love.

Photo by Zacharie Grossen on Wikipedia, Weisshorn, Swiss Alps.

From the mist of clouds, you rise,
emerging from the sea of air —
conical beauty,
resting at the gate of heaven and earth,
immaculate in your white splendor.

Mists gather at your feet,
gentle guardians of your hidden grace,
shrouding your light
until the sun lifts your veils.

Three ridges — slender, white, high.
Flanks spreading wide, soft as virgin snow.
Peaks rise — tender offerings to your grace.
From eternal ice, your light breaks forth,
so fragile, so fierce,
playing at your sky-blue crown.

You are the hidden one —
secret Queen of the Alps,
mother of mountains.

Your cheeks blush at evening’s rose,
your face aglow in the hush of dusk.
Your form grows soft,
dissolving into mildness.