Written words tremble beneath the countenance of flame;
Another black scroll signed;
Another debt repaid.
Sweet sound in the distance,
Banshee-siren's strains,
Beckons with the melody of a mother's heart's refrain.

Dew-damp at brilliant midnight,
She stands in the way.
Dreams struggle to move beyond,
But with a serene glance, she mutely commands them stay.
Her hand stretches outward,
Flesh, bone, and diseased
With the rapture that she promises
In the words she never speaks.

Still, she stands in the doorway,
Eyes of silver conceived
Of the blood of all the shimmering souls
Unmarred by mortal deceit.
Ill-cast in the moonlight,
Wings of seraphim
Strive endlessly to the window pane,
Drinking deeply of sin.

Between fangs of a madman,
Of sweet nectar she feeds;
For feared eyes of a child,
Her embrace supplies the remedy.
But be wary of her loving;
Her heart is unbound.
Kiss her softly crooning lips only when the song won't sound,

Dark water partaken
Bottle to the ground
Feather at the fingertips
Remembers the sound.
A tremor of foresight alters dimensions,
Seeks to make amends upon the rotting, earthen toil,
Crusted crimson beneath fingers,
Mind enraptured, soul enraged.

Far 'cross the valley, an eagle cries,
Tearing at its bosom, too proud to die.
Embrace him, my lady, in his virulent need.
Whisper time's eternal psalm.

Still she stands in the doorway,
Cold hands to flushed face.
The fever is winning unglamorous race.
She bows lower to whisper,
Jasmine scented messenger,
The heady proclamation,

"Sweetling, sleep, my dearest love.
The morning sun is wont to come.
Child, fret not, this eve is done,
And with it burning candle tears.
Come to me,
Come to me..."

Morning spills through the ceiling,
Ripped apart by the storm.
A young, fragile caller knocks upon dungeon door.
He listens for an answer;
Steps within the cage;
But not even curiosity could move him beyond the doorstep's frame.
Essence of jasmine lingers on bloated wood planks.

Thank you for you kind words, Silke! I've been fine. Busy, busy, busy preparing to go to college (orientation's on the 15th, next week...my birthday!^_^) I don't move up until August 10th, but I'm gonna check out my apartment and job openings this week. Heh...I'm tired just thinking about it! Ha ha. Anyway, it's great to be back. I have a lot of reading to catch up on, though....Might as well get to work!!

*Hugs*

Megan

This is just an incredible poem, Megan!

If I were wearing a hat, I would take it off to you right now. I am honestly, sincerely impressed by the power of your writing and your masterful use of the good old English tongue. Really oustanding!

I wish you a happy birthday on the 15th, and every happiness, every success with college in particular and life in general. I have two children in college right now, by the way: Maria, 21, who is a junior, and Stevie II, 19, who is a freshman. Oops! I gave the ages which they will be when they have their birthdays in the next few weeks... all my kids have their birthdays within a few weeks of each other in the summer. Well, anyway, they will very shortly be 21 and 19, and then I have another son, Teddy, who will be 14 very soon. What I mean to say is I know about going to college. I went for ten years myself... those orientations are at the same time exciting and scary... new horizons... I know you will do well though, Megan, especially in the study of writing! Whatever else you study, please devote some of your energies to pursuing your amazing talent for poetry, would you, please? Do that for Silke and me; we both love your work.

Thanks so much for writing and posting this wonderful poem.

If you buy my book, order it through Lulu; at the moment they are still selling an old version of it on Amazon and Barnes & Noble. The new version--with Silkchen on the cover as a mermaid!--hasn't gotten all the way through their distribution pipelines yet. But it's just right at Lulu now. I hope you like it!

Keep writing and posting. We love to read your work, and you're getting better all the time.

AD ASTRA PER ASPERA

Hey, Steven! Thank you so much for your words of encouragement; they mean so much to me, my friend! You and Silke are wonderful sources of strength for me when I'm feeling less than adequate, to put it mildly. Thank you sooo much. Now, I am off to purchase a book. Doot doo doot.

~Much Affection for All!!~
Megan

Megan/Rosediamond!

I wish you a HAPPY BIRTHDAY today on the 15th!
*Singing*


~Greetings

Silke Lance