Guinevere
Guinevere
Lay beside me
Let us lie upon silver clouds
Huddled in Blankets of rainbow
Bathe in essential starlight
Each point of light diaphanousness portals
To what never was
But might yet come to pass
Where this bitter world does not exist
Where tears are never shed
Each new day a mystery
An unopened present
A child’s contented heart
Guinevere
Do not speak
Words are clumsy useless constructs
The mere cackling of crows
Let the quickening of our hearts
And the trembling of our flesh
Sing our song
Let angelic choirs sing rhapsodic counterpoint
Let the maestros of yore
play celestial instruments
Shaking the heavens
In thunderous melody
Where even the dour Gods smile and nod
Knowingly
Guinevere
I am lost in your eyes
Falling helplessly to an essential core
The eye of the storm
The center of all things
I am no longer who I was
Merging, melding, blending
Into something new
Distinct
Pure
What never existed before
Yet older than the ancient bones of Gaia
Guinevere
Your name is the soft caress of a midnight breeze
A glorious spring day
A gentle rain that succors parched earth
A balm that heals a broken heart
Guinevere…
Guinevere…
Guinevere…
A single tear rolls down my cheek
It is my gift to you
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Posted on December 3rd, 2009 at 12:38 am
I still love this one so much Eddie.
Posted on December 3rd, 2009 at 2:02 am
And you rock girl…Yes, the tip of your quill is very sharp…