MaureenO
Another Infidel
This is a conversation that takes place in a series of dreams. Mo
Ride the Breezes
She:
“Heard in whisper, come in stealth
upon the nighttime breeze’s tail,
through my window, to my pillow
bringing paramount travail…
lest I should rest
on slumber’s crest,
you do your best.
Again I fail.
He:
“I shall come, don’t wait on me.
I shall be to forge your plight.
Your sentence lives eternally
with me each ever haunted night…
I will ride the breezes in,
eternity will then begin
and you, completely, I will win.
You never had the chance to fight.
She:
“I have no comprehension,
no, I do not understand!
I search repose and am denied
in your selfish sleight of hand…
I seek to sleep
and in you creep
to wound me deep
with your searing brand!”
He:
“You’ll not perceive my need of you,
you’ll not impound my deep despair!
You will not know that you are Fire
And cannot live without my Air…
your need of me
to let you be,
you will not see.
You would not care.”
She:
“I care to rest and close my eyes!
I care to dream in gentle bliss!
I care to find you in my days
and not in fevered nights as this…
I need you not,
I have not got
the rest I bought.
Please, not a kiss!”
He:
“I take the wings of breezes in,
you shall not find a place to hide
where gentle winds don’t find you there,
nor find me lying at your side…
your loving ghost
will be your host
when you need most.
I will abide.”
She:
“You come of hell! You’re of below!
You come to take my soul away!
I cry for rest, you give it not,
The peace I seek for just a day…
the devil steals,
the devil wields
the evil shields.
I will not pay!”
He:
“The evil one makes many things,
his many powers are spoken of,
but these two things he never can:
he can’t make peace and can’t make love…
you may see
quite easily
that you made me.
It’s you I’m of.”
She:
“Take my nights, I fight no more!
I give the battle, no more will.
My window opens up for you,
I wait for you to cross my sill…
I will desist
and not resist,
you won’t be missed.
I wait your thrill!”
He:
“Yes, close your eyes at sun’s descent
until the moon has risen free,
for I will ride the breezes in
and will your ghostly lover be…
for I am Air
and you will care
that I am there.
Your rest is me.
And jasmine will I bring to you
to fresh your sheet and scent your hair,
yet, whisper soft, I touch your cheek
with breaths of breezes lingering there
while Fire (born into your nature)
feeds, consuming of my Air
given you as free as love
and free will I be lying there
loving you with all the fury
captured of this psychic bond
that bound us, evermore, to be
the elements of Fire and Air.
So search for sun’s intent to sleep
and know that I am coming soon!
Make your plans for making peace
and love with he’s of the moon.”
~ ~ ~
She:
“Heard in whisper, come in stealth
upon the nighttime breeze’s tail,
through my window, to my pillow
bringing paramount travail…
lest I should rest
on slumber’s crest,
you do your best.
Again I fail.
He:
“I shall come, don’t wait on me.
I shall be to forge your plight.
Your sentence lives eternally
with me each ever haunted night…
I will ride the breezes in,
eternity will then begin
and you, completely, I will win.
You never had the chance to fight.
She:
“I have no comprehension,
no, I do not understand!
I search repose and am denied
in your selfish sleight of hand…
I seek to sleep
and in you creep
to wound me deep
with your searing brand!”
He:
“You’ll not perceive my need of you,
you’ll not impound my deep despair!
You will not know that you are Fire
And cannot live without my Air…
your need of me
to let you be,
you will not see.
You would not care.”
She:
“I care to rest and close my eyes!
I care to dream in gentle bliss!
I care to find you in my days
and not in fevered nights as this…
I need you not,
I have not got
the rest I bought.
Please, not a kiss!”
He:
“I take the wings of breezes in,
you shall not find a place to hide
where gentle winds don’t find you there,
nor find me lying at your side…
your loving ghost
will be your host
when you need most.
I will abide.”
She:
“You come of hell! You’re of below!
You come to take my soul away!
I cry for rest, you give it not,
The peace I seek for just a day…
the devil steals,
the devil wields
the evil shields.
I will not pay!”
He:
“The evil one makes many things,
his many powers are spoken of,
but these two things he never can:
he can’t make peace and can’t make love…
you may see
quite easily
that you made me.
It’s you I’m of.”
She:
“Take my nights, I fight no more!
I give the battle, no more will.
My window opens up for you,
I wait for you to cross my sill…
I will desist
and not resist,
you won’t be missed.
I wait your thrill!”
He:
“Yes, close your eyes at sun’s descent
until the moon has risen free,
for I will ride the breezes in
and will your ghostly lover be…
for I am Air
and you will care
that I am there.
Your rest is me.
And jasmine will I bring to you
to fresh your sheet and scent your hair,
yet, whisper soft, I touch your cheek
with breaths of breezes lingering there
while Fire (born into your nature)
feeds, consuming of my Air
given you as free as love
and free will I be lying there
loving you with all the fury
captured of this psychic bond
that bound us, evermore, to be
the elements of Fire and Air.
So search for sun’s intent to sleep
and know that I am coming soon!
Make your plans for making peace
and love with he’s of the moon.”
~ ~ ~
