Homage to Robert Burns, Robert Graves, J. Michael Straczynski, and most of all, Jeff. Once upon a time electrons bouncing around my screen brought me your sweet fragrance as I sat in contemplation among the stones on the top of the hill of my soul. Then, Dawn woke around me, suddenly arching throughout sight with tangerine-tipped fingers of delight. The dragon sleeping at my side stirred - my imagination ran wild - as he rose in the air and circled the stars who chant in my dreams every night. He is the quiet before the dawn... He is the mist among the stones... He is the deep water and the river and the ocean... He is the tree growing among the earth’s supple bones... He is the coiled strength of the serpent and the shape of the tides... He is the heartbeat pulsing in the back of my mind... The red red rose that legend wrote into the notes that life strums upon your heart I take and plant now among my flowers tonight, that surely our scents may mingle and the mystery of our music forever be blended in this singing river of light that flows between us -- you and I. He is the fragrance of the gloaming... He is the icy splash of winter mornings... He is an ancient forest and through it a path... He is a gentle flower braving high slopes and growing... He is the child who is longing and the man who is alone... He is my lord and my lover and the mystery of distant shores... I reach out my hand now through dreams and through time and find we can touch even though we have never looked in each other’s eyes. He is the mountain and the valley and the journey through both... He is the stag and the dove and the wildborn new foal... He is the eagle and the wanderer through the wide open blue... He is the old man alone in the mind of the world... He is the sign of the future and the door to the past... He is my lord and my lover and the dream that will last... c. 1996 TDHawkes
Reason for writing:
I fell in love on the NET...seemed impossible, but it isn't. The form is one I'm not accustomed to using, but I just blended the wild romanticism (I'm wildly romantic myself) of R. Burns (great 19th c. Scottish poet), the old celtic forms explicated by R. Graves (in The White Goddess), my admiration for J.M. Straczynski (creator/writer/producer of Babylon 5), and Jeff (my cyberlover) into this tribute.
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