I
I
stared at the Sun, he gazed back at me
With
nothing else but the heat of his flame
Burning
vivid, bright, eternally free
Of
our woes and fears, of our doubt and shame.
In
his gaze I beheld nothing but love,
But
a silent love, only I could see,
Only
I could feel, that from up above
Sent
to soothe my soul; Phoebus blessing me.
Setting
me adrift, in a tide of thoughts
That
blew as the breeze kissing where I lay,
Sole
a gentle breeze, not with Sun it fought;
No
wish to disturb the celestial day,
For
the breeze shall not triumph over Sun
As
he radiates to his soul on Earth
That
dwells in the trees, the flowers and one
That
today he blessed, one whose heart he stirred.
II
Soon
the Earth it lay in a scarlet quilt,
Phoebus
wearied, rests, come tranquility
Of
the crimson calm, as the air grew still
At
the slow setting of Sun's majesty.
Although
the fading of the Sun had come
Its
blessings blossomed with my every step,
Though
the birds took flight, from the night they run,
Would
not be I who ran, nor I who wept.
For
I beheld the Sunset, though its might
Less
gallant than in all the previous hours,
For
before it sets, 'fore the coming night
Bids
goodnight the trees, bids farewell the flowers.
I
watched as the Sun dropped behind the peaks,
Levied
onto me, it's last parting kiss,
And
I ventured forth, hoping that I seek
Shall
be found 'neath the cloak of moonlight's bliss.
III
The
pale moon, garlanded by the dark
Of
an ebony hue, of foreboding,
No
soft breeze astir, not the song of lark,
Only
in their nests is there comforting.
I
don't fear the night, nor fear it's silence,
For
does beauty lie, underneath the moon,
For
it glistens soft, shines with somnolence
On
the open fields not in shadowed gloom.
Mirrored
on the lake, guards it while it sleeps,
And
the rivers too, as they gently flow
Their
dreams and hopes, to the open seas;
From
the bosom brook, to the oceans go.
Be
it not moonlight, that to which I pledge
My
devotion, it's those that watch afar
As
they beckon me, my expectant breath
Awaits
the blessing of the silent stars.
IV
The
stars glimmered, as if to speak to me,
To
tell me a new destiny shall dawn,
Though
one lonely star, be in agony
As
her friends shine bright, she seems bound forlorn
Though
her friends blessed me, I yearned for her heart
To
find peace and joy, she to Earth descend?
To
my soft embrace, where all woes are far
Off
on distant lands, to their fate condemned.
Oh
almighty stars, favoured to the moon,
It
is her I've sought, through the landscapes vast,
And
her lonely call, caused in me a swoon
Shows
that love for eternity can last.
Bless
me, loving stars, and I'll care for thee
With
the graces held, in my tender thoughts,
In
foreboding night, when the Sun's not seen,
While
you guide me on, with your sacred torch.
V
Hark the coming
Sunrise, forsake the night
That becomes the
distant past once again,
Horizon's hills and
mountains come in sight,
The parting from the
Darkness' pensive pain.
Though miss the Stars
and Moon that came and went
To rest within the
laurels of their sleep,
Their reign upon the
Darkness now is spent;
I hope they find their
rest in comfort deep.
Or an ignorant Sunrise
banishing
The dark the guard of
flowers that had burned
When selfish Sun had
been a-glimmering,
For the solace of
Moonlight they had yearned.
Oh solitude, you
devious bargainer,
Release but yet a curse
at the same time,
The candle of your
fruits becomes dimmer
When sometimes I await
the Sun to shine.
VI
The Sunlight glistens
on the Morning dew,
Awakened are the
hedgerows from slumber,
It speaks that it would
guard them faithful through
Any a prowling Storm of
fresh Thunder.
Then shines upon the
remnants of my past,
Released me from the
woe and misery
That night had set upon
me with its last
Weak breath that reaped
and sowed the doubtful seeds.
The grain of my
conflicting, to be scythed
With the coming of the
majestic Sun,
The yellow of the flame
defeats the black,
Return the birds that
from the Night had run.
Precious is the war of
Darkness and Light,
Beauty created by the
imagery,
The black and then the
blue of Dark to Bright
Shall drift across my
thoughts eternally.
VII
Without a thought, and
without all foresight
A Melancholy comes, and
shrouds the hills
In a blanket of grey,
strength and might
All powerful, the
birdsong becomes still.
The lingering new
clouds beset the Sun
And take from him his
pride and majesty,
The verdant greenery
succumbs to one
Who is to all the
feared enemy.
He who denies the Sun
the right to shine,
He who denies the Swan
its elegance,
He who allows my
hopefulness to die
And fall among the
rocks of circumstance.
The leaves hear
whispers of a brewing storm,
Forebodingly advance
across the plains
Does he the cunning
wraith, no wish to warn
The garden of my
thoughts of waiting pain.
VIII
Turbulence, Rain, Wind,
and the Thunder strikes
The muse now drowned
within Melancholy,
The stubborn reaches of
the hope now like
A doomed lover wishing
eternal dream.
There is no saving
grace from damnation,
The curtain of the
deities freely sweeps
Across the lands that
once had been freedom
From hours when
circumstance does see me weep.
The Storm delights in
others misery,
Laughs as his wrath
does drown my soul in woe,
I wish to be adrift in
open seas
Far from this
wilderness that blights me so.
Behold the evening as a
calm does come
To see the trees not
frightened as they were,
As all their dreams and
hopes became undone
In the face of future
comfort insecure.
IX
Night has come again,
yet there is no Moon,
The Clouds that brought
the storm stand dutiful,
Smother the world with
unforgiving gloom;
World that had once
been bright and beautiful.
Never has one beheld so
dark a Night
As this that haunts
bosom, heart and soul
Of my existence. As
Darkness delights
I shiver due to the
treacherous cold.
No life exists within
this Hell on Earth,
No movement from the
silent Bush or Tree,
No songs of joy or
sounds of merry mirth,
That which was joyous
now has ceased to be.
Until divinity does
come with words
That I did duly pray:
belief unknown,
The power of the sacred
Universe
Or scriptures of the
Prophets scribed in stone?
X
I see a ray of hope
among the Clouds,
It gathers strength to
have the will to glow,
Conquer over cloud, to
stand gallant, proud,
Vanquish my torment
trembling far below.
It's she, oh she who
had the night before
Stolen my love and
faithful devotion,
This moment I wish for
her ever more
To come to Earth with
tender emotion.
My beacon in the dark
of life's eclipse,
My comforter when all
so weary be,
She came to me then and
upon my lips
Planted a kiss and ever
promised me
Her amour through life
and eternity.
No more shall
Melancholy have its way,
From Storm or Rainfall
I'm forever free
From sorrow's sea, with
her, to drift away.
© Cecil Field
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