[Old Sarge]

She has arrived!
The light plays upon her
hair and her eyes
as her smile pries
and the gloom will part
from upon my burdened heart!

I fear almost to reach
for my dancer, not
daring to touch this
waking dream,But, touch her I must,
and our hands join
then our arms,
her heart fluttering near mine
and, if she asked me,
I would fly!

Fly, to her, and with her,
mounting the termals of romance
on wings of gossamer joy!
But, for tonight,

I shall fly across the dance hall
with Her, the spinning whirl
be ours tonight,
as I find the center of the universe
in the circle of Her arms.

[Soaring Feather]

I loved him in the daylight hours
and in the blackest night
in his arms I would hide
for there, there was no fright
now these many years am I
alone throughout the long cold night
and I light my candles just for him
on those darkest nights
for when I hear his foot steps near
I hold the candle high
for his eyes have faded now
and his step not sure
for where he comes from on
those nights
I dare not say a word

I hold my breath and stand
very still and I know the smell
of him oh so very well
I bow to him and kiss his hand
and look into his eyes
and there I see the two of us
against the deep night skies
we gather near The Dragon Fly
and climb upon his back
he flaps his lovely gossamer wings
in one big might flap
off we are in the air away away
up high
in the cold dark mass of space
my Dragon Fly and I.....

bentfeather