Reflection
| Eyja Bassadóttir |
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Riding on a long journey,
I come upon a glen and there I rest upon a time, to heal my heart again. I lean my lips to sip upon the frosted mirrored pool but stop as I gaze within, for reflected there is you. And though I look behind me I cannot see you there. Then tell me why I feel on cheek the gentle brush of hair? A thousand miles I have traversed to find my lady love and each night I see her as I stare at the night above. Within the lake your eyes do dance, shine of a darkling star your lips twist in a sparkling smile, a wayward sprite you are. I close my eyes as you caress my cheek and hold my hand. It's as if you were truly here, and not in foreign land. Your breath so sweet upon my neck, sends shivers down my spine. A language sweet pours from your mouth. Oh how I want you, mine! I feel your spirit where e'er I go, a ghost upon my road strengthening with every mile as I near your abode. I cannot say how much I long for you - like Moon for Sun And as I dream I pray in heart by morrow you won't be gone. A touch of warmth awakes my sleep, and I thought it was you but Sun it was, my heart did weep my dream did not prove true. And so I ride, my thoughts on you, my love, my home, my heart. When you shall lie within my arms, I know we'll never part. I ride upon the hazy road towards a goal unseen My footsteps rise above the wind, and heralds my ride home. ©️MJ Gamble, 2005 |
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