Author: merja
Date:May 25 2003
Breathless within
she wants to cherish and to hold
to be young and to be bold
whilst
mortal without
he embraces her essence
and steals that which cannot be bought.
She covets his immortal soul
and he her everlasting spirit.
Neither
understanding just what it has cost
nor why it is they ought to pray.
As she lies in the sand
with the skies far above
looking down she can see the waves,
rushing to lick,
to sip
at her feet
She feelts the awareness of the earth
around her;
listens,
to the music in her mind and in her body
silently she longs
for the ancient past that steals her soul.
His fingers trace through her soft, sweet hair.
He wonders where he mind has wandered
in the endless night
O great circle of light,
of life.
Awakening in the moonlit misted room,
he thinks of her.
Alone, with thoughts of nothing but her;
He is forever in her time and in her place.
Always
he dreams himself back to her
her spirit stalks his soul.
The Winds...
The Waters...
The Earth...
And the Fires...
These are the elements of the Agnost.
Screaming silently,
and loudly, and calmly...
CRY so urgently!
It is the breathless whisper within.
It is the memory of her, the memory of him.
It is the memory of Minne, the Remembrancer.
1996, GP, OR. GRVAC.