Added on Friday 14 Dec 2012
by Paul John Mccafferty
Always she moves me to distraction.
I float amongst hypnotic stars,
coloured by a billion rainbows spilt across
that land of fantasy, she always morphs or flows
around like we are anglers in some torrentuous river.
Cannot but love her, Sister Isis of the moons
veil and the wine of the blood of the vein of the
rose. She of the song of the song behind
songs. The reason i have climbed
the hill, the reason i have raised the
flames, the reason i have loved and
lost and why i love her still.
See her and shake all foolish dream from
your heads my brothers. Queen of nights,
and fruit trees, and everywhere that water
falls and every wind thats ever blown
asparagus and thyme. Give one love it's eternal
assemblance. Walk each ragged pathway while you can.
I am but her loyal servant and you must choose each
shining blessing for your self. In love with every drop of
dew and how she sways the grasses and how she
moves and burns my lips and leaves me longing still.