Night song
- Night song
I am the nightfall, the night
falling, I fall, on the city I fall
swallowing, I swallow fields and trees
hushing, I hush all but the screeching call.
Darking and sacred, my canopy spreading.
Hallowed, steeping in mystery.
Who among men can tell my beginning?
is anyone learned of my history?
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I don’t want to be in love with anyone
only you
I don’t want to hear the whisper of my name
but by you
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I am the nightfall, the night
creeping, I creep til I swoop,
Who among men is so wise to prevent me
from prisoning all into my coop?
Yeah brave, but who among you so strong?
no army upon earth is able to hold me
or prevent me from closing eyes in sleep,
if there is any such? no-one has told me.
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I don’t want to be in love with any one,
only you.
I don’t want to hear the whisper of my name
but by you.
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I poemed this poem, this silver arrow
this song that I have sung
who among men can stop it pervading?
more than the chimes of a bell that is rung.
I feathered her with love, my arrow
that I might steady her in her flight.
No-one was aimed at in particular
she was loosed from my bow in a field at night
I gave her the wings of a dove,
my poem, my song, wafting her high in the air
sending her with oh! so much joy
where will she light and lay? where? where?
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I don’t want to be in love with anyone,
only you.
I don’t want to hear the whisper of my name
but by you.
- Silhuette
The day was a day of tokens,
some there were that reached me
others went beyond
gathering nuts from around the tree
sweeter by far than the love of women
though my going will cause you pain
while I am gone from your presence
love, my love will echo her refrain
A message sent twice is sure
three times and it will not be changed
I will know your heart’s intention
by what you have arranged.
A corner is not a cul-de-sac,
one will take you who knows where?
the other though steep the arc from the road
is sure to lead you back there.
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An arrow shot to miss the target
is a token of your love
a missile fired overhead is a warning
that push may come to shove.
Oh! lily, lily how lovely you are
how is it that something so gentle
as your fragrance in the air
can so prevail from window ledge to lintel.
If you draw your shade at mid-day
you will make the sunshine a shadow
at midnight turn on your love-light
let your silhuette play upon the window
people passing by will stop to see
and discuss with each other your display
saying “why not you?, why not me?”
the shadow comes because of substance.
Shaggy mouse story
Gentle people I am so sorry to load you down with this one, my only defence is that it’s true, honestly it is.
I’m gonna tell you a story
you simply won’t believe
but upon my dead dog’s life
it’s too fantastic to concieve.
The occasion was a dinner date
at my good friend’s house,
we heard a scratch then a bump
and we were looking at a mouse.
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Now between the two of us
I was always braver,
we did not want to kill him
a thought we did not savour
so by his tail I took him
out into the street,
the night was dark for it was winter,
though the snow had turned to sleet.
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Carry me a mouse I did
a good five hundred feet
I chucked him over someone’s fence
making a smart retreat.
At last we got down to dinner
gossiping, like you do.
when presently there came a knock
on the door, I’m telling you.
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My good friend went to answer,
after all it is her house,
she opened up to no-one there
except that wretched mouse.
I said you would not believe me
though my hand is on my heart
we both looked on gob smacked
as between us he made a dart.
Haha, it sounds like your friend’s neighbour decided to return the mouse then scarpered before you could answer the door!
Bobby that’s the only explanation we have been able to come up with, but think of it, it was dark, I literally lobbed him high over a fence about ten house down the street [he must have thought he had become a bat hehe] see I cut my story short, not wishing to put on record that I whacked him on the head first, so he had to be caught in the dark-and when I say there was a knock on the door it was the door knocker [excuse the pun] a rat’a'tat’tat. You can imagine it was a dinner date that turned out into a night high adventure and huge fun for us, we still talk about it, and most people don’t believe us.
Good story, who knows? The Night Has A Thousand Eyes.
lol…that’s a laugh. Truth, I’ve never seen a wild mouse in my life. They’ve always lived in little cages.
Sweet, your name is not live [since you changed url] it’s a good source of readers. Wishing you well my dear.
Oooh yeah. I just noticed. Hmm…how do I fix that?
My dear are you SURE you are lordportico? wot has happened to you? you is transformed.
Go to users and where it asks for URL fill that in.