~The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread XVI~

November 6, 2004 | bentfeather and Poets of the Lair

[Soaring Feather]

My Dragon Fly and Me

If I could be a Dragon Fly
and wing my way through the sky
I would never be shy
just me and my Dragon Fly!

By moonlight we ride the wind
chase the comets tail for fun
by day we would hide from the sun
our fragile wings would come undone

On darkest nights we would use
fireflies as our guide
we would dip and we would glide
through the heavens open wide
and scatter diamonds in the night sky
my Dragon Fly and me...

And we would wing past our lovers
silent in the night...
to kiss their face in our flight
much to their surprise and delight
my Dragon Fly and me in sight...

Such a view do we share
away up here in the air
of breezes soft through our hair
my Dragon Fly and me a pair...

bentfeather©

[Soaring Feather]

~Simon and Garfunkle~For Emily Wherever I Find Her~

[Soaring Feather]

~Phil Collins~Hold On My Heart~

[Soaring Feather]

Welcome to The Dragon Flies' Lair, LunaRed!

[Soaring Feather]

Please everyone welcome LunaRed into the Lair.

[Old Sarge]

Hello, Luna, and hope you have a wonderful time in The Lair.

Our dear mistress is a forgiving sort, putting up with us all!

[Soaring Feather]

Thank You, Sarge, for being so gracious to our new poet.

And how nice the White Knight came with you.:-)

[Old Sarge]

Heh heh... part and parcel of the package, Madam.

Shall we dance, this night?

[Soaring Feather]

Oh yes, that would be lovely. Shall you lead??

[Old Sarge]

So here at evening's call,
friends and fondness meet in the hall,
horse and palfrey bedded in the stall,
their riders not needing them this night.

Lights twinkling in candles and eyes,
Without only nightwind and hoot-owl cries,
Within this place contented sighs,
as we dance away the twilight.

[Soaring Feather]

The smell of Jasmine in the air
the glow of the sun hung low
the shadow of your smile is
inviting and the night things
murmur low

The sweetness of a summer's night
the warm and waxing moon is bright
and dancing past the clock's toll is right
lighting bugs all in flight
on a jasmine summer night

[Soaring Feather]

The smell of Jasmine in the air
the glow of the sun hung low
the shadow of your smile is
inviting and the night things
murmur low

The sweetness of a summer's night
the warm and waxing moon is bright
and dancing past the clock's toll is right
lighting bugs all in flight
on a jasmine summer night

[Old Sarge]

Talk of winter, do,
A season of romance, too!
Warmth from hearth and heart,
friends and much more, sitting apart,
the world passes by them,
they have each other to warm them,
what care they of winds or snow,
when basking in hearts-glow?

[Soaring Feather]

A winter love is most profound
a silver haired woman found
the snugness of the quilt of love
was a gift from heaven above.

The cold winds blow
the hearth is warm
the woman is sheltered from
the storm from a cup of lovingness

A gentle love to grow old
with sweet memories to unfold
evenings by a fire warm
companionship oh so sweet
and toastie slippers for her feet

[Old Sarge]

Now, shall we move through winter to spring?
Such a thought, and an exciting thing!
Buds and bees, birdsong and flowers,
pine trees and branch-covered bowers,

Lilting music, the stirring of the earth,
Spring can lend value to a love's full worth,
tended in the loam, growing into fruit,
Spring will make all the sadness and cold moot!

[Soaring Feather]

Spring carries in a new romance
with elder berries and mints too
with tulips covered all in dew
I love the best when there is you



Ah, a summer love, is it best
to reach full bloom and hold
it close to the vest or
will it burn out like a star
and leave one wondering where you are.

A Summer wind blows warm 'tis true
clothing lite and colored blue
and picnics held by a brook or two
with fireflies dancing in the dusk

and a full moon turning to rust

[Old Sarge]

Shall we share the autumn weather?
There we, together, sword and feather,
kick through the leaves on the trail,
press our hands upon fence rail,

watching horses gambole in the meadow,
smell the pumpkin pie cooling by the window,
parties, dinners, gladness reigns
and only the gardner, raking leaves, complains,

Each season knows it's love
as moon and star shine up above.

[Soaring Feather]

oh Sarge how wonderful, thank you so much. I am really tired now and need to get horizontal soon.

I have enjoyed this dance more than you can know.
God Bless.

[Old Sarge]

Until tomorrow, Dear Lady...

[Soaring Feather]

Good night everyone.

[Soaring Feather]

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