~The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread XIII~

June 13, 2004 | bentfeather and Poets of The Lair

[Soaring Feather]

~Billy Vera and the Beaters~ At This Moment~

[Soaring Feather]

~Roberta Flak~The First Time~

[Soaring Feather]

I Would My Lord

 I would take my Lord

in the morning of your youth

in the noon of your hunger

in the eve of your desire

in the midnight of your madness



I would take my Lord

on mountain tops

winding roads

the steppes of the plains



I would take my Lord

to the stairway of the stars



I would love you

in the Spring of your youth

in the Summer of your bloom

in the Fall of your life

in the Winter of your discontent



Oh I would take my Lord

through the wanting

through the longing

to the final frontier ....

our star in Scorpio

there to be one....My Lord

I would take you.

bentfeather
07.22.04

[SAMWolf]

Nice Feather. :-)

[Darksheare]

G'evening, and thanks!

[Soaring Feather]

Evening Darksheare. Wandering about are you?

[Soaring Feather]

Thank You, Sam.

[Darksheare]

Yuppers.

[Old Sarge]

The Knight repairs to the tower,
wounded, scarred, but not unbowed,
Storm-wracked field awash and blowing,
Spirits soaked, but never cowed,

And in this place of quiet rest,
candle flickering in the night,
the Lady leaves her message of longing,
can you see His eyes shining bright?

In this place, so far from home,
newly-scarred face that frames the eye,
He reminds his Lady, distance is as nothing,
never farewell, and never goodbye,

But can only in part silence, and never still
the voice of music and verse that sings,
caring and coming from faraway lands,
for Yours, comfort and love it brings.

07-22-04 by JSR

[Soaring Feather]

Fair Knight whose song
is sorely missed at eve's time
when the Poet's Dance is rhyme
Cloaked in armor laden from weary
battles of honor and winds of war
rest thy tired bones in chambers
of soft velvet cloth
and sup with me on this night's
reprieve from the fight
gather thy lonely beaten breast
near to thy maidens chest
assuage to this valiant knight of war
a kind word we do implore
and no more talk of war
but lavender lace fields of clover
a genteel moment of respite
please...

Candle light burns low
in secret chambers
love's song
star filled flights
dreams of castles grand
and peace throughout the land
where chivalry is still grand

bentfeather

[StarCMC]

*sigh*

[StarCMC]

Ok, you two are killing me!! :o) Gorgeous dancing!!!

[Soaring Feather]

Thank you.

[Old Sarge]

I do so long to see a time
of quiet solitude,
A time of silence, wuthering winds,
a night of sweet etude,
The cries of battle, clangor of wars,
would not intrude this place,
the only sounds and sights would be
my lady's sighs and face.

The Dance goes on, here in these halls,
secure from fire and storm,
where the only arms are not of war,
but of lovers, safe and warm,
the clarion sounds upon the field,
the footfalls loud with dread,
but the soft padding of the Posts' Dance
is what I hear instead.

[Soaring Feather]

I wait then for thee
in the quiet of the hour
when all that is heard is soft breathing
on the half hour -
the night flower blooms
sends her sweet aroma round the room
solitude is the drink in which we imbibe
gazing into each other's eyes

In my lover's warm, strong arms
I behold the miracle of honor,
trust, adoration, and valor
and the soft swish of Velvet
moving over a bodice

And so dear White Knight
the bell tolls late
the guard at the gate
doth await the rising moon
and the trumpet's blare
the night hounds run
but in silence we hold
our sacred vow
Forever is ours.

[StarCMC]

You are sounding weary. A few more days to go and then hopefully you can rest, soldier! HUGS!!

[StarCMC]

DANG! You two are good!

[Soaring Feather]

I knew you had been hurt, you told me.

[Old Sarge]

Gee, was I that obvious....

[Soaring Feather]

No, but I knew- I am a poet. We write from where we are.