Open Poetry #45 |
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Down To Avalon |
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Osprey Member
since 2009-04-12
Posts 249 |
Love, come with me, down to Avalon. Let me love you in the turning russet as we approach the days of leaves. There, in sweet Avalon, where dreams like sworded-hands emerge, shining, from secret lakes of hope. Let us sip the wines of only-us from the elusive Holy Grail of life. Toast legendary kings and ghostly knights; breathe damsel-eyed views 'cross seducing, seaward panoramas, scanned from the tower of history's bloody tor. Deep, in mystic Avalon. Where singing streams spin their dreams in tangled webs beneath the pagan hills. We shall ride white horses, naked, bowing to ancient giants as we pass. For they shall know we come in awe, seeking the eternal secrets of the sacred stones that stand, scorning the will of time. Proud, in mystic Avalon. Then merge we must, midst the raining leaves that herald the death-hour of the flame. And there, beneath our mother moon, to throngs of a thousand souls, we shall be as one. And tomorrows will rise, forever ours. There, in the heart of mystic Avalon. |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Brimming with passion and fire...wonderful sensation of the wind, riding bareback along the autumn treeline. Enjoyed |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Great scenery and yes wonderfully passionate! Love, Margherita ![]() |
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suthern![]() ![]()
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Where singing streams spin their dreams in tangled webs beneath the pagan hills. We shall ride white horses, naked, bowing to ancient giants as we pass. For they shall know we come in awe, seeking the eternal secrets of the sacred stones that stand, scorning the will of time. Proud, in mystic Avalon. Your words weave a wonderful spell... beautiful work!! |
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