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Through gauze like mist, translucent the bathers pond sparkles in the
warm
inviting glow of floating flames.
Loyal guardians of a Celtic secret....
I
am the weaver, I am the web
I am the words that go unsaid
I am the maker and the catcher of dreams
as silently they travel on luners beams
I am the distant waves in the shell
I am the peddler with dreams to sell
I am the mirror that hangs on your wall
I am the net that breaks your fall
I am the horn of the unicorn bold
I am the story that's never been told
I am the candle, I am the flame
I am your conscience and there I remain.
From
the water I saw you dancing as a flame
My wet fingers glided over your nakedness.
I embraced you with my tongue.
I was not burnt.
My breath excited you.
You quivered at my touch.
Somewhere, the sound of dripping kept frenzied time with our rhythm
until suddenly, the silent memory gasped for breath
and the water yelded milk.
I would have dried you if I could.
Wrapped you in soft white towelling, protection from the winds of change.
Then, gently taken you to my star lit bed again.
If,
I be Merlin,
then sweet your dreams of flickering flames
and silvery beams from Lunar's light.
If I be Merlin,
then come safely lie and gaze upon a starry sky.
For if the heavens should approve
then for you the earth will move in orbit new,
If; I be Merlin.
We
are as we are for others to see
but we are what we are because
we want to be.
Nothing
will ever be the same again
since we together,
tumbled and joyfully danced
amongst the stars on our perilous journey
to embrace the Moon.
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