SPEAK TO ME
Speak to me of a glorious past,
Of golden days of old,
When men is burnished armour fought,
And died, their tales untold.
Speak to me of eventide,
As star of morn does set,
A moment now of great delight,
As day and night are met.
Speak to me of a glorious night,
As daylight fades to dusk,
As darkness comes to rule the earth,
A cold and faceless mask.
Speak to me of love divine,
Of moments shared as one,
Of day and night and passionate sights,
Of clothes that come undone.
Speak to me of firelight,
Of wood and ember flakes,
Of curling smoke and dying flames,
As sleeping man now wakes.
Speak to me of dawning day,
As moon gives way to sun,
As cloak of night is stole away,
And cloth of day now spun.
Originally Posted On Site: 2008-07-04 15:45:37
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