Silver Flame (Happy Birthday, Robert)

I wrote this to Silver Flame for her birthday. She'd proven her friendship when she told me truthfully that Keith never wanted a lover. This is another poem I regret writing, but learned too late why.

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Silver Flame

It is said there grows
At the edge of World's End
A flower formed of twilight.

Tall and graceful it stands,
As the lily in water.
It's ebon petals burn
With silver flame.

Dancing in the shifting currents
Of the gentle West wind,
Shining with the argent light
Of a thousand distant stars.

Mighty Orion bows deeply,
As Luna rises from behind the flower
To chase the sun away.

Venus looks upon the fragrant blossom,
Blessing it with her smile.
And Pluto rises from his nether realm
To behold such a view as this.

Fiery Mars drops his crimson sword,
Falling before the flower's fragile form,
Ceasing his endless war.

Neptune's daughters laugh with joy,
And sing to fair Adonis
Of fish that swim the foamy waves
And coral castles in the sea.

And should ever that gentle bud
Lose its argent fringe,
Or be lost to view amidst the world,
Still know that its beauty lives,
And the Fates bless it all the more
For having lived at all.

Breathless

This poem is one I wrote for myself the day before I ended what I saw as the month-long relationship with Keith. I had to come to terms with the fact that it was the right thing to do. Didn't realize at the time I wrote it that sometimes the wind returns and needs your embrace.

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Breathless

To catch a gentle wind,
Breath of the Earth;
To feel the soft wet kiss
Of sweet rain on lips,
For even a brief part
Of the shortest eternity
Is as divinely impossible
As touching the fiery heart
Of the most distant star.

But I have done this.

And perhaps again,
In a different world,
I will do so once more.

And yet will I release the breeze
When my heart dares not continue
To bind the dying wind.

For happy am I in heart and soul
To have caught the wind,
And happier yet
That I could return its freedom.

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