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Saturday, February 20, 2010

Excaliber's blade

Remind me to light the world, to burn before I fall
With wings of my soul and a God in the gleam
Tell me to smile for the children of the air
I go to meet their mortal sting and dream of clay and sky

Oh! I am pierced! By sure Excalibur’s blade
In thrust and parry of heart his shaft hold's forth truth
There are found the sweetest sighs, inhaling holiness
Please, tell me, O God, timeless amber truths

This heart,  this man's soul, I have often poorly shared
For I can never repay, all that I have is broken and gone 
Cognizant of calm and new, I close my own bright self
As the moth draws nearer, dancing with distant heat

Why the ending of love and the sweetness thereof?
When just around the corner woeful winter turned tail
Fall on the sky and cry, ‘I AM’! For what else can we seek?
I hold life's lone mystery and alone with God reside 

When is there another time? If I hide my heart, and fear
Yesterday’s shoreline my wandering thoughts refuse to cross 
The late afternoon air begins once more to ease my yearning
Whispering echoes of eternity, whitewaters of love's desire!

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