a supplication
how long must i wait,
my love?
come to me,
u have never abandoned me
before
or left me forlorn,
bereft of heart
and soul.
envelop and revive me
cover me like the morning mist
blankets a lake,
raise my spirit with the sun.
elevate me,
help bear my weight a while
until i am able to fly again;
a little time is required
to recover from a barrage
of poison arrows
and bruising blows.
release my spirit
from its temporal bonds
penetrate the canopy,
reach me
lying wounded
in the undergrowth
on the cold forest floor --
heal my bones;
steal my soul,
hold it captive
and release it
in Paradise.
you approach
i feel ur warmth on
the northern wind
and ur strength in my spine;
you come
delivered
revived again
by your
faithful
embrace,
We are One
Victory.
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Fotheringay -- Fairport Convention
by Sandy Denny via stele 2010-09-11 21:09:20
How often she has gazed from castle windows o'er,
And watched the daylight passing within her captive wall,
With no-one to heed her call.
The evening hour is fading within the dwindling sun,
And in a lonely moment those embers will be gone
And the last of all the young birds flown.
Her days of precious freedom, forfeited long before,
To live such fruitless years behind a guarded door,
But those days will last no more.
Tomorrow at this hour she will be far away,
Much farther than these islands,
Or the lonely Fotheringay