Thursday, July 16, 2009

Poetry - Kiss of Remembrance



Kiss of Remembrance

Renee LaFabrae

A knight lies asleep in my bed
His brow lined as he feels his pain
Hand holding mine, his grasp tightens
I almost cry out, but I stay silent
Across His inner vision
He is a man of great beauty
The One who lies beneath my sheets

Sleeping

His breath now is quite
He has gone deeper
I watch his chest rise and fall
And long to touch him
With my Priestess hands
Instead I write poetry of him
In my mind
My soul has stirred awake
A long silent heart
In response to him

His soul is known to me
Though it was but this day
That I have seen him
The Spirit of this Knight called to mine
As he came into the field
Of the Midsummer's Tourney
Astride a horse of dappled grey
His amour almost fey
A strange indigo blue
Around his head concealing
Yet, revealing his ancient ancestry
A metal mask in the shape of a swan

I Know You !

As I sat next to my father
Who had called me home
From the Holy Isle
I watched you
The winged feel in y Heart
Came up into my eyes and I thought

I Know You !

Yet I did not know your story
So I gazed upon the device
On your shield
A Unicorn rampant
By the seer’s art, I let this tell me more
Of who you are
I followed the symbol
On an inner quest for knowing

A White Hart hurdled through the forest
Someone on a horse came rushing through
Charging through the forest
Pelted by the branches
A whirlwind of leaves in their wake
Horse and rider leaped through
An invisible gate
An enchanted place
Where mirror meets reflection

The White Hart still ahead turned
Quite suddenly into a white rabbit
The rider taken aback
Stops and thinks twice
About chasing rabbits he turns around
And sees before him a White Lady
He cam down from his horse
To kneel in Her Light

In the flash of an instant, a vision
Came and went
The Knight in Indigo amour rode by
And I stood and called
"Sir Knight"

You turned and caught my ribbon
You locked my eyes, only briefly
Then I let out my breath

You Are Back !

Will this be the life we can be together
My Priestess self came forward
To take my heart into hiding

I watched the gallantry and foolishness
Of a jousting tourney
To be played out before me
I watched my Love Win the Rose
As he came forward toward me
A mad and terrible knight, all in black
Came forward to challenge the Defender
For he who wins become Defender of the Rose
The mad knight concealed an iron thorn
And sought to give to the underworld
And would have had I not
Seen the treachery
And my seer vision and then called out
With a power in my voice

Stand Your Charge
Or, Forfeit Your Life

The wave hit him and the horse
Refused to move
But not before the lance had torn
You amour sleeve, its deadly thorn
Piercing your very side
Almost taking you from me once again


This time I shall not let you go
And I believe the Goddess
Will allow it to be so
My hand hovers over your heart
A strong beat in cadence with the earth
You will live
And I will love you
Your eyes look up from the depths of sleep
They still burn a thunderous passion
I place my fingers on your lips
Asking silence
There are no words
Only this

A kiss that is long and deep
And as I drink from you well

I will give you the Kiss of Remembrance

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