At the breath of first mornin' air,
An' the fleck of early sun rise,
The one of porcelain skin fair,
Lady-Hawk takes of blue sky,
Day leads of night an' night to day,
Of this Love, guide us in way,
Whenst there shalt be not change of form,
In flesh of skin reborn,
My Lady of time we shalt see,
Not of day, nor of night be,
Of Love, that moment, in proclaim,
That curse shalt fall of it's shame,
An' form shalt be of souly flesh,
Not of metamorphic mess,
A time, not of day, nor of night,
Shalt halt in end, this our fight,
An' we shalt join in unity,
Of Love so that meant to be, ',
So sail this sky of ocean blue,
An' night I shalt howl for you,
An' promise of Love, shalt not stray,
Awaiting night of no day........


GJW.....23/05/07

Geoff Warden

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