Under The Moon

January 30, 2005

Hidden from the darkened ones

He sleeps his days in silence

With no sight of the cloud-suns

Or death that waits beneath them

He was promised long ago

The strains of a distant minstrel

In his mind his whole life through

And still, on the peaceful shoal

There is the whispering hint

That his oath’s token remains still

Fair music follows his path

As the winds blow his fair hair

As no other sound he can touch

In this which he did not ask

He is silent as he walks

Under the moon in the night

And is patient to wait until

He can walk in daylight too

Without fear of his cold foes

Who have ever hated the wanderers.

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With Fair Touch

January 30, 2005

The newday star on a platinum horizon

Greets us with a warm kiss as we sigh on

The dry wind caresses bare flesh with fair touch

Finding reason to be as we gently clutch

Close to each other

As only lovers

Have ever been

And the same

God grant it

For ever and all lovers

You

January 30, 2005

Your beauty gives life reason to remain with me.

to be with you every moment is more than one could ever dream and yet it is so.

To look into your eyes brings strength to my existence.  Never could I imagine being without their puissant flame.  For you to turn your beautiful countenance toward me is to strike me with t force such that I am held tighter than any chain.  As though I could ever wish to, I can never break free of you entrancing gaze.

The touch of your fingers is a burning elixir coursing through my veins, winding itself about my heart and holding my tongue still.  I am flying higher than any creature could deem possible.  I am helpless in your touch, the presence of your beauty, yet I am never so free as now, free, as if in a dream.

I cry out, “gods, how is this so, that I should have this one for my own?  Hardly am I worthy of such a treasure.”

But they answer not, for I have known the answer since the beginning.

You have made me what I am.  My life would sooner be dust in an empty wilderness without the one single force that keeps its mold.