M'lady of the moor

M'lady of the moor

when first i seen

standing she was

on a cnoll

of Kelly

green



A moonraker

was she


standing proud

amidst the

crowd

she wore
babes breath

round her

ivory neck

a wispy cloud

for a crown

a shining sword

hanging down

a sliver cord

wore she

her

eyes ablaze

with the

fiercest gaze

transfixed

me in

a daze

besotted

by the

haze

allotted

a portion

of

heavenly mead

she did bid

me to plead

for sweet release

instead

i begged to be
bound neath

the winters moon
silently gazing

into loves tender face

unending joy
to my disgrace

forever wanting

M'lady of the moor

eldest son

sad little boy
looking out
from under the
bed
sad little boy
the things
he hears
poor little boy
scurries about
trying to
mend
broken lives
trying to
tend
to
that which
he
did not
rend
mad little boy
off to war
unable to
mend
or
tend
to that
which he did not rend
poor sad mad
little boy
when will it
all
end

would i

would i
hold your
face
in my
trembling
hands
would i
gaze
so long
into your
eyes
would i
kiss you
so tenderly
would i
let you go
on deaths
dying door
i would
not

dreams of you

when i wake up
in my dreams I
see the memories
that live in the
between the seams
sleep and good morn
when i find you have gone
to the blaring glaring
horn
when i wake on
sleepy street
watching all
the bubble gum
bubbles float
on by
i see the all
the woulda shoulda
couldas
wave goodbye.
when i wake
up and find
dreams of you