I wrote this poem for the love of my life, the greatest soul I have ever met, my Wife, Evelyn Marie. She is my “Ismeral”, and this is my love song to her. (included in “The Glove of Rhonan”)

All my love.

Ismeral Bohnhi (Evelyn Marie)

I will sing of my love, my Ismeral Bohnhi,
With light in her eyes, lips sweet as honey.

Bloom on her cheek, shoulder as silk,
Temples of jewels, teeth white as milk.

To tell you of Sun, Moon, and Stars in the skies,
I will tell you of Ismeral with light in her eyes.

The Islands her anklet, the Forests her gown,
The Mountains her throne, the Heavens her crown.

The Deep for her Wisdom, Four Winds for her Breath,
Her smile is life, her scorn is death.

Clothed in Royal Gardens, perfumed with rare spice,
Is Ismeral, fair Ismeral with Light in her eyes.

A shake of her Head, her hair tumbles down,
Her tresses enslave me, chain me to her Crown.

With tenderest Bosom she soothes the Child,
With fiery passion she sets free the Wild.

The Song of her laughter, the brush of her hand,
And I am King, I am Conqueror, no mortal Man.

What worth have I to be double born, triple blest,
Crowned by her Vows, healed with her caress?

To feast at her Table, to drink from her Fountains,
Entitled to Seas, to Heavens and Mountains,

That the Light in her eyes should shine there for me,
With Heaven’s kiss from the lips of Ismeral Bohnhi!

Her strength empowers, her beauty refines,
She nurtures the common, bestows the Divine.

In her Earth meets Heaven, the Unseen the Seen,
She is Time and Eternity, Life, Wife, and Queen.

I am more than I was, less than I shall be,
Lifted by love of Ismeral Bohnhi.

So I sing of Ismeral with Light in her eyes,
Speak freely of Sun, Moon, and Stars in the skies.

Drunk with her love, quickened by her grace,
Invincible by her Hand, held captive by her face.

Rejoice blanded world, Enlightened now we see,
Lent to us Heaven’s Life and Love, Ismeral Bohnhi.

I am more than I was, less than I shall be, lifted by love of Evelyn Marie.