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For thee,

Gentle knight, does not thy armour hold too much in..or not let enough out.

Although it is tarnished and dented, it ..like you, is not broken.It will bend and give..will not your heart...

Although your armour may hold and protect you,does it not get heavy.

Strength does not lie in a closed fist..but an open one.Does it not take more strength to open one's heart..than to close it ...

Where did u come from..that you stir my heart so!

That it dances and bounds within my chest, as if it would burst with joy!

Did the mists of time,part once again and let you step forth from their shadowy folds.



So my eyes once again could look into yours,my body once again would know your embrace.My lips would know the taste of yours once again.

Oh! Say tis true, after so long, my ears ache to hear yer words, yer voice.

My soul longs,nay aches to be with yours once again.

Say you have returned, and your are here again.And this time death will not part us.

The armour that once held your form, holds you now, but please don't let it be from me.

Thank you





Has the moon always shinned this bright!

For I had not noticed it's wonderous glow before.

Much like your eyes, as they gaze into mine,

And the warmth of it's soft rays upon my face,

Much like your hand upon my cheek.

For once the moon did mock me in it's perfect grace and light.

Keeping from me the secrets it did once hold.

But now because of thee, I do dance in it's light! I dance in yer grace and gentle loving presence.

You have taught me with just a few words,

what centuries have held silent from me.

That I can be loved, and I am safe in your arms at last.I am loved!

No more running away, but now I have someone to run to.

And anon... I awaken wrapped up in the embrace of only the distant cold moon upon my face.

Do her cold beams shine somewhere down on thee,and yet again ,I hunger and want someone I have never met..at least not in this lifetime.

And so I write in eager hopes of tugging at someone memory or..a word or sentence will be familiar.

Perhaps an ancient soul will shake off its long sleep and hear me.

The wind is cold this night, and is all too familiar as it caresses my cheek, mocking thy once warm hand there.My gaze falls to a clearing in the woods, a huge English oak ,ancient and worn stands in the middle.

If you should read this..this place is always in my dreams.And i believe to be in yours as well.The date is 1500 to 1600's, United Kingdom.We did much business here,at this old tree, all our met family here, some died here on this piece of ground.The shape of the branches and tree itself should stir some memories.I bid u a most fond adieu.



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Nocturnis Orchid

A warm moves across my face,

was that your hand.

For surely it must have been, so warm and gentle was the caress.

A calmness moves thru my soul,

was that your soul intertwinning with mine.

A stirring , a restlessness moves thru me now,

and has only been a moment since you left.

And my eyes stay starring at the screen,

hoping for your return, nay begging..

But what would I say should you return,

my words seem to fall from my lips as if there was no mind attached to them.

But I would say anything just to be in thy sweet presence again.

Just have a mere taste, a sip of your energy again.

To know strong your strong hands upon me,

to know thy scent upon my skin,

to know thy power envelope me once again!

And I type the word "again "and I know not why,

my fingers here and now seem to have a mind of their own.

My heart knows these words will never find their master,

but I feel compelled to write them somewhere, anywhere!

Just to grasp ahold once more of thy memory,

to hold it close...

to hold you close once "again"