In the hours after midnight
When sleep won’t come, light
And dawn are far away
Unbidden her heart goes astray
And tears flow without permission
It is in the dark stillness of night
That fickle hope takes flight
To sunnier unknown destination
Until perhaps the morning light
It is in her bed of bracken and feathers
Too wide for solitary slumber
That she reaches for Merlin whispers
Calls his name and waits for answers
Sheltered in his icy crystal cave
Merlin dreams of another Avalon
Through groves and fields his soul roams on
Crosses oceans and seas on a wave
It is then if and when a thought of her
In his heart pulses through the ether
That like a ribbon her soul unfurls
And in a spark of time around his curls
In a tingle of colors two ribbons
Twirl touch float with abandon
In harmonious liquid vibrations
Languid caresses of deep affection
They tangle and rise on honeysuckle vine
Somewhat drunk on heady Lilac Wine*
Until the tsunami of her passion
Kills the magic it is all illusion
She cannot charm beguile or entice
Enough to melt the walls of ice
Ribbons dissolve in the stillness of night
Below the walls of Camelot out of sight
She dies in his silent indifference
For which she has no defense
How I read this poem Here *Lilac Wine by Jeff Buckley
I don’t know if i want to die as she dies
You can’t always choose you know.
Thank you John.
Ton magnum opus.
Pas de mots, cherie……….
Merci beaucoup. Je t’avais parle de rubans une fois, non? Tu as aime l’image de Camelot?
Vincent est mon favori, sans doute.
Listening to Jeff Buckley now. My heart hurts too much.
Hauntingly, beautifully read. Exquisite.
Thank you. Glad you enjoyed that.
Very nice indeed, thank you for recommending it. I feel right at home since you use the same theme and heading photo….
Serendipity at work again. I am glad I discovered your blog, and thank you for exploring my world.