Oh the way, in the mist, in the dead of the night
There’s a halo round the moon glowing bright
A swooping owl carries mice to feed the younglings grow.
Conifers fan the glowing haze.
Crackles in the leaves as the red deer graze.
Quiet of the midnight thrill.
The lake there: so deep, so smooth, so still.
A frog jumps splashing the ripples grow.
The rushes rustle, as an otter slinks & flows
Into the mysterious, unfathomable pool,
Her eyes blaze hot, the water so cool.
Then the silence sits so on the hidden vale,
Just the murmur of a breeze wafts fresh & pale.
Oh vessel of the jewel, brimming abundance, deep the age,
As a dark brown cow’s eye seeing from the centre of the stage.
Oh shimmering kiss of prince’s slumber dream in the willow,
Up on a stretching limb, wide with constant halo.
The root of lake’s spirit be a stirred by remembrance.
Ye ol’ stone markers made his way to find this treasure,
Of a deep & restful sleep in the arms of his sweet maker,
Now the journey of the guiding lady lake swirls from the centre
Of the earth brimming fire, shapens a blade, to rise in hand,
The liquid parts & the femininity raises our goddess unseen, flowing,
Holds high the keenest diamond, fettered edge sword,
Carved by the oldest elves, hand sure & swiftly sculpted,
To embraven this dear boy, harking to a man,
With restful surity, this gift is laid onto his chest.
His sleep goes on until the larksong rises the sun from his dear breast.
The first day’s breath, oh mountains grow, his hand reaches & he finds
The keys to the winning of his heart’s desire’s quest.
The dawn is broke, the air be crisp, the dew sweet on his brow.
Moos wild in the distance, sheep a baaing, free cockerel crows.
No trace of lady lake, just now this sword with sapphire embrazened prow.
He smiles & graces to the sweet grass & glows in the sun’s fire on his knees,
Sword pointed to the earth, held in both hands, tears flowing down his cheeks.
A bow to love, his bow on back, his sword raises to the sun
A salute to dear God for sending him help to receive his true love
Qulick qulick his stallion gallops to his side, through the trees,
Raring to seize the day,
The willow bows back, the ducks came to say,
“We love you our Prince, go get her again”
Quack quack they laugh & turn, He swiftly mounts his steed,
The day is hot, the sky is clear,
The mountains rise before him.
Oh gallop swift, oh splendid bearer.
Truth to come to the hidden castle,
The songbirds sing the way so bold,
These tracks so resting, waiting.
She lays so still, her Father, The King,
Grey with prayer on his throne,
Here by the range & the beam cosy bright,
Sit we daring a word to the heart’s might.
By the twisted old oak & the range find,
A love constant glows, in the meadow’s eye.
Sit we to drink on the gentleman’s way.
So keen to the detail of the best day.
In my blood rising an energy clear,
How to be so young, so old, steers to here?
No question, the calmness heralds a storm,
With talk of the one place all in one to all.
Oh to find the self waking, with my one in eyes
Of mine feeling the handle turning tight.
What am I to thinking, burly one to love.
Greater than any seen with these set eyes.
Young as the fresh dew falls on those petals,
Forced by the spring, ready to revel in,
Bounding enticement, animal to brain,
Comes to here, tickles the senses’ reign,
From a time past, unmentioned by memory,
From before this life, coming from a dream.
There’s a presence on the eye I can love,
So rapture, capture the maiden by dove,
Fly to the side for one to know the dream,
Leave with a whisper to let you find me.
It’s the only way you would know I care,
So I let you chase, as a free bear
& you may strike me down with your wants too,
As your wish is my command, through & through.
I may be younger than you, older too,
As you are older than I, younger too.
You are still bigger than I, know you do,
As I am bigger than you, know me true.
So as we stand in eyes, catch the moment,
So fast, yet all image clear, still here now,
Your eyes, sharp to know how to here,
Sent there I did, felt your surge as you thought.
Then you look to me to see if I feel,
As I look to you to see it was you,
So we catch for a brief shot the feeling,
Of the thrust of the deepest, true meaning.
And for you I’d love every time purely,
For myself as I do as is right to.
And you send a surge of explicit grace,
I feel you inside me from as far as
Wherever you be. Comes to me, blowing
A throb of the highest luxury bites,
Quivering, soaked I fall at your huge feet.
Quality evokes the virginal dream.
Lay us down in the bluebell meadow love,
We’re in a time of our own, sweet blossom,
Opens through the years. for one who can steer,
The way to an explosive plethora,
Bursting petals cover the meadow soft.
Bluebells are ringing the way to the yews.
Casks of oaked steeped well to heavy goblet.
& I’ll sit on your lap boyo, hold you,
& you’ll know me the lady of your heart
Make you a man as you are so strong.
Bred to be real as the pure driven snow
I feel you, you feel me, I know, you know.
I’ll love you, hold you close & go with you,
As you’ll love me, hold me dear & come all.
And we’ll travel the world to it’s reaches.
& then go on & on to the huge light, standing tall.
Then you’ll drive your seed in me & I’ll grow,
Round with our young heirs to the far ol’ hills.
& we’ll raise them in the green & they’ll know,
The ways to be strong as the heather grows.
& I’ll do anything for you, you ask,
Of the good, through the snow, we’ll make all love.
I’m ready for you now, as you’re ready.
You’re so young & such an old soul.
It seems I have something to say of you.
Why these hands work for you, you see,
You’re so very laid back, can see it’s me.
All my time feeling you coming for me.
To show the world how passion strikes with love,
Physical theatre, physical music.
To the ears, throw me on the bed, none have done,
As you’ll do to me, all is said, to bed!
Choice to think.
No thought left.
Blank empty shell of a mind.
What is left?
Choice of a prayer.
An ember, still glowing
Under cascades of rubble.
Wipe away the tears,
And splintered shards,
To gently blow on this speck.
Such a tiny space occupied
So furiously by solitary white remains.
Only focus left,
To nurture the given flame,
Easing just a spark,
To spring into fire once again.
Deeply inhaled the drive of a breath,
Words of Angels,
Soothing my pain.
No choice but to ease this tiny fire,
Finding twigs to build a blaze.
Staying by this only special place,
Shielding the little baby flame.
No point of contact with anyone else,
No words to say,
No choice left.
Only a simple remedy,
By the comfort of this special place,
Grows the sight of a dream.
As the heat of each dancing fork
Shows life to the soul,
The prayer of what was left behind,
To glow mightily once & for all.
Sweet delicate prayer,
For this dream of life to unfold.