Girl With Calla Lily

I knew we would meet here

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(A painting by Albert Braut)

I knew you would be here
I knew we would meet here
in this secret glade
at the fading of day

I feel your near presence
Your stillness and silence
are hovering bright
as the light fades away

still as that death
between each living breath
silent as moonlight
on lilies in bloom

alive everywhere
as earth water and air
filling my soul
like the lily’s perfume

the lily I bring
to this secret wellspring
pure as the starlight
that sparkles above

I know you are here now
I feel you so near now
within me, without me
our living light, love

 

 

Wandering

I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands

I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
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Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.

– “The Song of Wandering Aengus”
W.B. Yeats, 1899

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The Soul of the Rose

Touch my intangible heart
with your imperceptible soul.

(A painting by J.W. Waterhouse)

Look for the invisible
Listen for silence
Touch my intangible heart
with your imperceptible soul

Life itself is invisible
We see living things
but not life itself
We know life directly
only inside ourselves
that’s where we know each other
truly touch each other

I feel you in me
and me in you
life flowing, pulsing
Not: The life in you
is like the life in me
But: There is one life
in you and me
and everything

From the beginning of everything
this moment was born
this place, this situation
this perfect rose-blossom
basking in balmy sunshine
its aroma indescribable
its velvety petals brushing our lips
like the touch of sunlight
or soft warm naked skin
like the throb of your heartbeat
inside my chest

Regina Noctis

O farewell sunshine bright,
Welcome Queen of the Night.

Memory like the glow
of a day long ago
of a child’s lonely play
on a long summer day
Solitary she sings
of impossible things
as she walks through the meadow
all alone with her shadowsummer01
The dark forest is near
It fills her heart with fear
Is there someone in there,
does she feel their eyes stare,
does she hear whisperings
of invisible things?

The shadows grow longer
The breezes blow stronger
The whispers sound clear now
She feels no more fear now
The twilight advancing
makes a girl feel like dancing
The darkening sky
unveils stars shining high
O farewell sunshine bright,
Welcome Queen of the Night.

luna01From the shadows they rise
Moonlight shines in their eyes
Pretty creatures of night
coming out to delight
in each other’s fair faces
and ecstatic embraces
welcoming all who love
the bright queen up above
Now they dance, how they dance,
falling into a trance
where this night lasts forever
and morning will never
put an end to the joys
of untamed girls and boys.hughes_fairies

But the circling moon
knows the sun will rise soon
and the harsh light of day
will chase love far away
And then memory’s glow
will be all we will know
of the long ago night
we danced in the moonlight.

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