Good night to all who enter the Lair.
May you find peace, love and joy from your visit.
To the poets who post their poetry and music,
Thank You, for treating this room with respect.
The Lair never closes, if you wish to post a poem, please do.
By Night She’s Magic
With easy grace she walks the night, along a sylvan shore.
A whisper of the moment, her laughter a soft caress to night.
She dances in moon dappled waters, her steps music of her heart evermore .
Her beauty a dream, sweet the moment of her being, so perfect, so right .
In the night she is a different woman, a spirit of heart and soul you see.
Alive in a way she doesn’t even notice, aware only of the night.
Touching all around her with magic, she never sees her gift to me.
Wonder is the only word that comes close, to her perfection so right.
Fire of the Hearts
Sweet your eyes this precious night,
your breath a fire upon my skin.
Your hands explore me like old friends so light,
touching, teasing me to new heights again.
We burn in a single flame that welds us as one,
our breaths like bellows to the forge, rasp with our heat.
Your nails leave tracks of passion on my back, and they do run,
but I feel them not in this moment so shattering sweet.
Gasping on the edge of obliteration, we embrace,
and hold this second's span as long as we can.
To fall in tumbling collapse upon the sheets, to end the race,
and find the peace of satisfaction so previously ban.
Not Home for the Season
Christmas spent in a far and foreign land,
with a heart so far from loved ones dear.
Close your eyes, you are there, near to hand,
and fill your heart with more then daily fear.
Songs of this season fill the faraway mind,
and words spring to lips with soft sweet rhyme.
Still you know the feeling of this season kind,
and we do remember others from a better time.
A nation’s duty called, you with honor did obey,
know we honor your absence from us here, we pray.
You are heroes worthy of honors piled high this day,
know in truth we are so proud of you in every way!
The Christmas poem above is early so it reminds us to remember those so far from home, BEFORE the season's here. Please, if you have a letter you can write, or want to help send a package to a service man or woman for the season, please check out proudpatriots.org and help us to make just one other soul feel the Christmas spirit a bit more then they do being 10,000 miles from home and hearth. I've been there, the days can feel awfully hollow, empty of all that the season is to reflect. This old Vet asks your help, before the bustle of the season makes getting letters and packages difficult to send.