A poem...
Posted: Fri Feb 14, 2003 8:34 pm
Save for me your words of kindness
Though I loathe your light
Fathom me, if so you would
For I am Water; I am Night.
The harmonies of moon and wave
Bring to my soul great delight
Silence is my native tongue
In Shadow lies my might.
Thy sun-cruel eyes may find me not,
Be they ever hard and bright
Conspiracies of Sea and Shade
Will hide me from thy sight.
Thy killing rays, child of flame
crush me with unblinking light
And Eastern fire, daybreak's ire
Set my soul in dire flight.
So pray for me, cheerful souls
Enrobed in warmth and light.
Pray also that you may never know
The pain of Water and of Night.
I am a modest Bard....
Though I loathe your light
Fathom me, if so you would
For I am Water; I am Night.
The harmonies of moon and wave
Bring to my soul great delight
Silence is my native tongue
In Shadow lies my might.
Thy sun-cruel eyes may find me not,
Be they ever hard and bright
Conspiracies of Sea and Shade
Will hide me from thy sight.
Thy killing rays, child of flame
crush me with unblinking light
And Eastern fire, daybreak's ire
Set my soul in dire flight.
So pray for me, cheerful souls
Enrobed in warmth and light.
Pray also that you may never know
The pain of Water and of Night.
I am a modest Bard....
