My Lady, was it you I saw upon the grassy field this morn?I thought it was the dawn come up above the hills and fields of corn!The starlight paled, the rooster crowed, the Herald blew the morning horn,I thought it was the dawn come up, or Resurrection's glorious Morn!I thought the hall was set with gold, your hair reflected such a light!My Lady, was it you I saw among the banqueters that night?I walked as mazed in Elfin Halls, and wared a Dragon's jealous Sight!I thought the Hall was set with gold, for golden was that joyful night!My Lady, was it you I saw, a-combing spun-gold tresses fair?Was it The Lady of the Lake, or Yseult of the Golden Hair?Thine eyes shone out in candle-light and laughed at me a-standing there!My Lady, was it you I saw, or was it dawn a-sitting whereI watched Her comb Her golden Hair?**************************************************************************MY HARP AND LUTEMy Harp and Lute are wood and wire,crafted lovingly and slowTheir music brings me from the painof this frail World here belowand takes me to the Doors of Heav'n;whither upward I would go.My Drum's a heartbeat, keeping time,Marks the measure of the tuneCounts the moments of the DanceSets the sygil of the Rune.On that rock I build my SongSinging to the rising Moon.Harp and Lute, and Drum....and Words;Words to sweep, and twist, and roll,Words the weft to weave the webWoven with a single goal:A Web to catch My Lady's heart;A Web to touch My Lady's Soul.************************************************************************HE SPEAKS OF HIS WIFE WITH PASSION-Ioseph of Locksley(after the Old Irish)copyright 1989 W.J.Bethancourt IIIThe Red Cat walked into my life, with no warning she came;Fearful and trembling, but still she came,Looking at me thru eyes that saw a thousand years.Filling my home with laughter, her hair aflame.The Red Cat walked into my life, with no warning she came;Free, unfettered, breaking her chainsThat bound her to her mundane daily fears.Filling my home with joy, her hair aflame.
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