Memories of the Muse

In the thundering
Mists of Avalon
Wing wondering
Kisses from Babylon
Around the garden of delights
Amongst trees clad in purple gold
Gambolling fauns in ancient rites
Frolic free and bold.
Dryads whisper o'er the waterfall
Fairy maidens dance and call
Down in dingly dell today.

Behold the flood
Welcome
The new young blood
Surging down the mountain
Re-emerging
Around the fountain
Of Youth
Of Ancient Days
The sweeter waters calling
Beckoning...
To Varuna's daughters
Fallen
To wed mere mortals...
Bring them to the portals
Of everlasting light.

Feel my gentle wing enfold your form
Cradle you across the mirror lake
Let me sing you soft the morn
As to my heart you I take.
Glide across this teardrop wide
Out into the oceans of stars
My love is borne from pain afar
Within the flow of this cosmic tide.
Beauty blossoms in keen young wings
That skim across the silent depths
Fly on north to the ascent of adepts
Congregating to laugh and sing.

Brothers we stand, while others fall
Stand the pain, hearken the call
Stand as a band in this reign of sand
In the darkening pall, the watch is manned.

Brothers we shield our destiny's seal
With faithful Blue Dog at our heel
The lonely shepherd waits in the aurora
Guiding the tides and feeding the flora...
He strides across worlds
In this universe, hurled.

Brothers we teach from the endless beach
Sanctify the word, lovers of speech
Holy is the bird that wings
Souly from your mouth and sings:

Brothers we are, come from afar
The closer we come, the further we fling
And cast from your past
Till a  be-jewelled present gleams
Future light upon the greatest dream.

Refine the mind
In the crucible of time
This burning bowl
Will make you whole
When you offer it up
Proffer a sup
To a brother beside...
Your master resides
There
Always in touch
All ways
They love you much.
Bowl that burns
Bowl that begs
Bowl where I eat
Bowl of galaxies
Bowl of the potter
Bow low
Empty your bowl.

It's Hymn Again

His
severe visage
hewn by toil
and time...
lean sinews
wrap around
a hungry jaw
that speaks the Word
without flaw
this profile of pain
with sunken cheek
a noble brow
that forever seeks...
the white petals
that shower down
soothing...
a skin so scorched
by the mighty torch
He walks the fires
of desert nights
before the gate
to the blue beyond.

Your heart is the winch
That slowly winds me back
Up the slipway, no slack
Drags from the sea, this vessel of me.
To sit in dry dock for the scraping of wood
The wits shy off, barnacles of mind
Weed round the prop, manacles of time
Strip back to the oak for the voyage of good.
The journey seeking over ocean deeps
The burning beacon lighting the water
The silent fathoms where my love weeps
Swims swift the Swordfish, I court her.
With keen hands on the helm
Let's roll down the rails
Splash back to the Realm
To the sun set the sails.
I meant we. We for the sea?
You and me?
Let us not tarry
Varuna sings in the night
So starry
Plucking strings for the flight
To the new frontier.

The Argo (Part 2)

Pisces eyes she cries
All the salty oceans wide
Father Neptune
Stares down stormy skies
Striding with trident.
The tethered fishes swim round and round
In endless cycles, bound by sound...
Lord Pluto waits to destroy their ties
To liberate a love so prized.
For from the waters we must emerge
Drag up the beach from the surge...
Weary traveller your Shepherd calls
To tread the luminous Shamballa halls.

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