As you leave me
In the night
The city will hear
The song of my love.
It is the war cry
Of a sun
Timeless as it is
Divinely spun,
For man a shelter
For heaven a rug!
Tag: Song
A Harrowing Song
It was an odd hour
Of the night,
My mind astray,
Tired, my sight.
My back to the wall
Speaking to dreams,
Long did time call,
Little did he need.
Darkness before me,
A cursed mistress…
I pleaded for mercy
And she fancied less.
Then the sounds came
Ever familiar
Until almost by name
And yet simpler.
So the snow would sing
Behind these beams.
Sown in ice and wind,
Lady winter softly speaks.
Bird Whistling at Night
What bird whistles
In the still of night?
Are you hiding in the thistles?
Are you dreaming of light?
What bird whistles
When life seems to hide?
Your language and its riddles
Are as far away as pride.
Such notes melt over me,
As a blanket of stars,
And just as warmly
Rise in morning hours.
A moon to behold
Oh what a moon
To behold;
Shining,
Shimmering,
Gold.
Starlight piercing
Teardrops bold,
A town is silent
And age is old.
Night lets down
Her vertigo hue.
Our pool is golden
We are
Too…
a night, she looked at me
where will my fingers go,
when the melody of the night,
is so cold.
tell me the stories
trembling
in your heart.
let me hear
in your breath
forgotten songs of the night.
your eyes,
that struck me down,
how do those eyes,
see this town?
dont let me hide
in the shadow of a moment.
pin me down,
and hold me,
just hold me.
All that has left
All that has left
So silently,
Wanders among weeds,
Savors sweat as wine
And carnal company…
What of the eastern sun
Which never sets?
What of the whispered tongue
Upon a lovers lips?
All that has left,
Parted with the wind,
And the warmth beneath
The dearest wing.
Sing…
Sing…
Sing…
What of the eastern sun
Which never sets?
What of the whispered tongue
Upon a lovers lips?
I know love
Lets no wicked rest.
And I know grace
Weighs heavy
Upon my chest.
cantering light
My love for you
Is a ray of light,
Cantering through
Warm passages
Of a forgotten woodland,
Grazing upon a sweetness
That is
A whispering world.
There it will be
Yet after the death of wind,
After all has withered,
After Heaven,
Welcomes home,
Her children.
17 days
Were you to walk these streets,
Your sigh would scatter seeds,
Little dreamy pebbles sent
To take the place that’s mortar meant.
So when a town is overgrown,
By branch and petal taken down,
I’ll know where your spirits walk,
And I’ll know with whom to talk.
14th
Had I been ready to pray,
When we sat beneath the oak,
What would have I to say,
If I hadn’t listened to these folk.
It’s not that careless I came,
Or that my spirit’s stern,
But nothing is the same
When I hear the oak and fern.
I heard the rain
I heard the rain outside today
And a robin singing away.
I thought which way his song would sway,
Because I heard the rain outside today.
photo credit to Maksl5 at deviantART
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