Kiama
Upon a darkened night,
the flame of love was burning in my breast,
And by a latern bright,
I fled my house while all in quiet rest.
Shrouded by the night,
and by the secret star I quickly fled.
The veil concealed my eyes
While all within lay quiet as the dead.
Oh night thou was my guide
Oh night more loving than the rising un
Oh night that joined the lover to the beloved one,
Transfoming each of them into the other.
Upon that misty night
in secrecy, beyond such mortal sight,
Without a guide or light,
than that which burned so deeply in my heart.
That fire 'twas led me on
And shone more brightly than the midday sun,
To where he waited still,
It was a place where no-one else would come.
Oh night, thou was my guide.
Oh night more loving than the rising sun,
Oh night that joined the lover to the beloved one,
Trasforming each of them into the other.
Within my pounding heart
which kept itself entirely for him,
He fell into his sleep,
beneath the cedars all my love I gave.
From o'er the fortress walls,
the wind would brush his hair against his brow,
And with its smoothest hand,
carressed my every sense it would allow.
Oh night thou was my guide,
Oh night more loving than the rising sun,
Oh night that joined the lover to the beloved one,
Transforming each of them into the other.
I lost myself to him,
and laid my face upon my lover's breast.
And care and grief grew dim,
as in the morning mist became the light.
There they dimmed amongst the lilies fair....
Go on, tell me what you think the poem's about. (Fans of Loreena McKennut, please don't spoil it for the others! BTW: It wasn't McKennit who wrote it.
Answer coming shortly, when you guys have guessed!
Kiama
the flame of love was burning in my breast,
And by a latern bright,
I fled my house while all in quiet rest.
Shrouded by the night,
and by the secret star I quickly fled.
The veil concealed my eyes
While all within lay quiet as the dead.
Oh night thou was my guide
Oh night more loving than the rising un
Oh night that joined the lover to the beloved one,
Transfoming each of them into the other.
Upon that misty night
in secrecy, beyond such mortal sight,
Without a guide or light,
than that which burned so deeply in my heart.
That fire 'twas led me on
And shone more brightly than the midday sun,
To where he waited still,
It was a place where no-one else would come.
Oh night, thou was my guide.
Oh night more loving than the rising sun,
Oh night that joined the lover to the beloved one,
Trasforming each of them into the other.
Within my pounding heart
which kept itself entirely for him,
He fell into his sleep,
beneath the cedars all my love I gave.
From o'er the fortress walls,
the wind would brush his hair against his brow,
And with its smoothest hand,
carressed my every sense it would allow.
Oh night thou was my guide,
Oh night more loving than the rising sun,
Oh night that joined the lover to the beloved one,
Transforming each of them into the other.
I lost myself to him,
and laid my face upon my lover's breast.
And care and grief grew dim,
as in the morning mist became the light.
There they dimmed amongst the lilies fair....
Go on, tell me what you think the poem's about. (Fans of Loreena McKennut, please don't spoil it for the others! BTW: It wasn't McKennit who wrote it.
Answer coming shortly, when you guys have guessed!
Kiama