This is a panorama that abounds in realms of spun magic
Stage is set for the exquisite deity of love to cavort
The exquisite goddess born from silver foam
Smiling radiantly with a corona of violet flowers
Sailing on the fragile pink shell of scallop
The last shred of the masculinity of Ouranos
Desire came alive in her hourglass figure
Her hair a reticulum of aureate strands of silk
And her eyes were pools of flooding passion

A scenario in the lap of Nature
Is a piece of solitude and beauty
The pool in this realm is a cocktail of hues
Borrowed from the magical pastels of Iris
They hurl in waves denoting passion, hope,
Caring ,sacrifice n other shades of love
The lotuses symbolising purity amid vices
Drenched in the colours of pink and white
And redolent breathe of these blooms of softness
Creates an intoxicating atmosphere

The sublime swans sail in vain and calm presence
The clouds usually ebon strands at nocturnal hour
Are now stained in gold, platinum , silver and bronze
The moon comes to recline in silver tinted bay of nectar
The melody sung by breeze reminiscent of the symphony
Born from the womb of the lyre of Apollo

In this musical environs within stolen moments
Of the dozing Nyx with her ebon satin veil
Studded with the silver dewdrops of stars
Or are these the frozen spirits of fireflies
That escaped the earth’s cycle of birth and death
Aphrodite is beckoned to dance to this music
With the ethereal nymphs in nectarine delight
In this alcove hidden in Nature’s depths 
It will be a glimpse of Paradise
Not meant for mortal eyes…