Rest deep and be still
I had a beautiful friend
And dreamed that the old despair
Would end in love in the end
He looked in my heart one day
And saw his image was there
Garbed in sacred luminescence
Blue heaven incandescence
Seamless trails of phosphorescence
All lay in his wake
My willow of sorrow
Pray I’m swallowed
In the swell of your yelling leafy breast
My crippled bended chest is shamed
Stole my lightning
He's my one
As all is one
Attacks of frenzy?
Lack of composure?
Alarmed?
Hands raised skyward
She is there and watches you brother
As we love you
And we watch
She'll guide you
With Marc B, and George H, and Paul C
And the rest of them motley crew of souls snatched O so soon
She rests now
Divine wishes granted
Missives flaring aeons now
Before they stole her sweet light
She told you
And you listened
I saw you
You were present
Now pale are the lips I should be kissing
The fair shore that fateful eve one February
I floated with him
About that melancholy storm
The vanquished sun
A gentle story of two lovers
Who met in innocence and should not die in sorrow
Like curses on them
Do ye not see a star of gladness
Pierce the shadows of its sadness
When you are cold
That love is a light sent
To cheer the innocent
But none shall quench now
Now he refuses stern her heaven born embrace
A gossamer mist
One to another clinging
Sigh as the wind buffets them
And they shake
What wondrous sound is that
Mournful and faint
But more melodious than the murmuring wind
Which through the columns of a temple whore glides
Who sigh for their rude king
Her carrion man
Rigid like a tearful elm
My warlock of love
Does he still sing?
My ravelling Mage
Crisp sunseanian Sage
When he had lost his Eurydice
And then he struck forth the strings a sound
Of deep and fearful melody
In times long past, when she
With her bright eyes sat listening by his side
Fingers wringed around his thigh
A sacred calf
He gently sang of high and heavenly themes
A many sided mirror for the sun
Ceaseless and pauseless
So flowed his song, reflecting their deep joy
And tender love that fed those sweetest notes
The offspring of ambrosial fruit
Like a voice
She travels in love
Like a lover
All was well
But that is past
He chose a lonely seat of unhewn stone
He does no longer sit upon his throne
Yet in rivalry, and all entranced she listens still
To his saddest of words
Her sorrow echoes each sound
No voice from some sublimer world exists
To sage or poet these responses given
Doubt, chance, and mutability
Just thy light alone
Or music by the night wind sent
Through strings of some still instrument
Or moonlight on a midnight stream
Gives grace and truth to life's unquietest dreams
Love, hope, and esteem, like clouds depart
I vowed that I would dedicate my powers
To thee and thine
Have I not kept the vow?
Were you not the only one who truly knew me
Nothing hid, no need to hide
Basking in the sun of the musical one
With beating heart and streaming eyes
Even now
Of studious zeal or love's delight
Outwatched with me
Curse the envious night
They know that never joy illumed my brow quite so
Unlinked with hope that thou wouldst free me
That thou O awful loveliness
Would give whatever these words cannot express
To have and have not is all that I’ve got
My heart’s eye is dull and my soul ever hungry
But the widow lived like a widow, and was not
You and I
O this time of love moves me
