Back home again we come returning
To old lost places left behind
From here, I went upon my dreaming;
Now find so long I've wondered blind.
Brave lad I was- they said- yet foolish
to turn my cheek on many unkind.
For again, I'll leave to find it dreaming.
Alone I go, with only her in mind.
High up sunset hills I soar mercurial
Open paths, free I rove Greenfield's afar
Swift my wings uplift the hourglass of time
o'er lakes of shadow.
So arrives the hour of her magic.
Almost true, impossibly real it seems;
Golden gifts the moon our daughter of the Sky
Awakening the Twilight..
As dusk illumines her transference
Vast projections cast new light emblazoned.
Young her cruellest fate, vast powers of the deep
Mysterious viperous eyes of a thousand gazes
Emanates reflections in her mirrors of admiration.
And out here among the citrus woods
‘mid fragrant trees
with wings I lift a song to call an echo of her vision
as glittering aethers stream the rivers soft in wailing
I sing alive the mountainsides of Aronia.
And I with my guitar have played her love in honour.
She in me has sung the myrtle swaying.
In her womb rich pulsing blooms my seed of child
And she has ended all my sorrows.
Lord of Gentle Holy Peace
So glad you make me, how glad am I
That here tonight, my Bride she sleeps beside me
silently glimmering in her midnight afterglow.
And like a sinking stone of destiny
Twilight sinks beneath her bed Sea.
T'was once in my life
At night among the aspen leaves
I wasn't alone, I had her near me….
so young, too precious I said "Lassie,
hold tight my whitest furs
let patience be until you take away a crueler curse'
With truth, she never spoke afraid.
All through the night, great was our rejoicing
when She was the only Woman of the World.
Once she ended all my sorrow
…but that was long ago....
…...Where is she now?
...I cannot say. I…do not know...
She betray her promises to patience.
Upon us both she stole grave misery.
Since now there is this other I must marry.
Now forever cold is midnight in this castle
way out East of the Sun
West of the Moon.
Wednesday, March 10, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: mythology,beauty