Post by backstreetdreamer on Oct 12, 2010 12:45:47 GMT -5
Her voice lay down across the land like lovers lain across a bed
it brought cold pastures back to life, although they had been cold and dead,
and everywhere was shivering upon the twisted twilight air
as Autumn’s trees bowed down to her, and shook their crackling russet hair,
the night lay fluidly serene, its shadows still vaguely unclear
until her words cut through the darkness like some ancient Syrian spear,
and parting clouds looked down to her, while hiding from her sacred sight
though mystic shades of velvet grey still serve the Goddess of the night.
She blinked star scattered crimson eyes, that swirled like swans upon a lake
and on her dress glowed many worlds, like jewels in a moonlit wake
around the hem was spider’s lace, and diamond dew drops from a dawn
that rose in distant history, before the ides of man were born,
she had whispers wrapped in satin strands that flew away on silken sails
held up by skylarks on the wing, with dreams embroidered in their tails,
and when she sang the minutes stopped, and sat round in entranced delight
for nothing in their deepest dreams could match the Goddess of the night.
around her feet each shadow cracked in splintered shards of ebony
dissolving into sepia fish that swam off to a crystal sea
where wishes washed themselves once more, in sprinkles of inverted rain
that seemed to fall up to a sky that made them fall back down again,
to feed the flowers of the night that slept beneath the sundial’s shade
who dreamed of future meadows bright, unheeding of the mess they made,
then the Goddess gathered up her cloak and took the night away to sleep
for to the Goddess of the dawn, her promise she would always keep...
it brought cold pastures back to life, although they had been cold and dead,
and everywhere was shivering upon the twisted twilight air
as Autumn’s trees bowed down to her, and shook their crackling russet hair,
the night lay fluidly serene, its shadows still vaguely unclear
until her words cut through the darkness like some ancient Syrian spear,
and parting clouds looked down to her, while hiding from her sacred sight
though mystic shades of velvet grey still serve the Goddess of the night.
She blinked star scattered crimson eyes, that swirled like swans upon a lake
and on her dress glowed many worlds, like jewels in a moonlit wake
around the hem was spider’s lace, and diamond dew drops from a dawn
that rose in distant history, before the ides of man were born,
she had whispers wrapped in satin strands that flew away on silken sails
held up by skylarks on the wing, with dreams embroidered in their tails,
and when she sang the minutes stopped, and sat round in entranced delight
for nothing in their deepest dreams could match the Goddess of the night.
around her feet each shadow cracked in splintered shards of ebony
dissolving into sepia fish that swam off to a crystal sea
where wishes washed themselves once more, in sprinkles of inverted rain
that seemed to fall up to a sky that made them fall back down again,
to feed the flowers of the night that slept beneath the sundial’s shade
who dreamed of future meadows bright, unheeding of the mess they made,
then the Goddess gathered up her cloak and took the night away to sleep
for to the Goddess of the dawn, her promise she would always keep...