Suddenly the gossamer veil slips
Between other worlds and reality
My psychedelic imagination trips
As I peer through the finest filigree.
Our passion haunts my dreams
during endless ebony nights
quivering murmurs and pleas
as our souls yearn to take flight.
The villagers scream Run, be sorely afraid!
Though not a charming beast to hold and love
When knights heft their mighty steel blades
She peers into his eyes, sees the soul of a dove
Upon reflection with Moon
The answers there to see
A tortured heart swooned
Once tethered soul set free
And thus by fate I’m empowered,
Living an humble life pondering
The glorious splendor of the flower
As under the moonlight I’m sauntering.
As the insistent blackbird cried
There came a familiar voice
He spoke to me and sighed
You know this was a choice
-By Linda Lee Lyberg
Your memory is a wilting rose
Fraught with cold moonlight
Red petals weep in silent repose
Mourning its soul’s fated plight.