face to face
Friday, July 23rd, 2004Had you wished for things good or noble,
had your tongue not spoken ill,
shame would not have shown from your eyes,
but there it is, as you will.
Turn to me, dear one, turn your face,
I loved you once, it seems so long ago,
unveil for me in your eyes, their grace,
now the thought of you shakes my soul.
The moon rose full outside my window,
and dark-eyed Sleep, child of Night,
in my Dream, I spoke to the Goddess,
who restored my honour and my Light.
I wrapped myself well in gossamer garments,
now to the song above all songs, in flight,
laughing Love’s low, bittersweet laughter,
sweet as the sound of moving wings of Night.
