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Location: Westwego LA
Currently Reading: American Archery by Robert P Elmer; How the Post Office Created America by Winifred Gallagher
|Posted: Sunday, 26 October 2014, 15:37 PM Post subject: To The Lady Wearing Asters in Her Hair
|Who is hiding behind the oak ?
'Tis a Faerie, her breathed
whisper as she spoke, akin
to silvery notes of Communion bells
I dreamed--- yellow roses
entwisted through her hair.
Sunlight bright, along with
sky-blue asters nestled there.
An alba* floats above a fog dewed sward
as the Faerie lifts her voice in song.
Her night of revelry through has left
her blue diamonded masque somewhat askew.
She greets the Faerie King Oberon
as He lifts His voice in song.
Together they dance through
the mist of Morn
A kiss she leaves on this dreamer's lips
then quietly away she skips
and like the morning fog she's gone
leaving only the echo of her song.
*Alba--- Dawn Song
Cyrille "A poet when he writes is like a lover in his lady's arms. All seems true, you understand---that's half the joy of writing"
(from the Play "Cyrano De Bergerac," by Edmumd Rostand"