[Soaring Feather]

I walk these castle halls alone
there is no sound, but creaking bones
I listen for your footsteps to near
and pray soon your rap will sound
when together we will stroll around
ancients corridors which do abound
with an old and haunting moaning sound
as in the night when we do sleep
the ancient ones do walk and weep
and cry of loves lost long ago
new ones struggling along to go
of hearts beating deep and true
for the Dragonfly it's only you

The soul mate of my soul are you
the tried of the tried and true
the gossamer atop my wings
the very song that makes me sing

The loving walk some years ago
in mountains high and turned to gold
did hold in our eyes what we both did know
'tis the Dragonfly who owns the show

bentfeather
a/k/a LMH
Copyright (c) 12/24/2004
All rights reserved.

[Soaring Feather]

[Old Sarge]

A silent and a chilly night,
the world 'round me asleep,
no night speech of plant or stone
disturbs this slumber deep,
except for me, one wayward traveler,
looking out into the night,
piercing cloud and misty airs
for one star's twinkling light.

The hostel's lamps are bright, inviting
weary travelers like me,
to take their rest from freezing roads
from windy rain and sleet,
tales of the road ahead
are swapped like royal coins,
and I elect to pass the nights
not leave or gird the loins.

But here with tankard, roasting meat,
and hearth-fire warm as love,
I invite you too - remain with me,
there's naught that you must prove.

(c) 12/24/04
by JSR "Sarge"

[LunaRed]

Extraordinary beautiful poems LunaRed