you the great
When dare takes on and,
posed as courage,
It’s you at last united,
you, now knighted,
you, the one the great,
And as the great do not chose their path,
But charge with force,
In battle both for land and heart,
You too one day may take your heart by hand,
And walk towards a woman,
You’ll launch, leap up and spin with arms in stretch,
Spiriting in circles around her yet at safe distance.
Finally to stop midair and fall onto her,
And hold her body using yours,
You deeply look into her eyes,
Deep like a kiss with daggers,
Deep like night with a moon that lies.
Her face will change to childhood and glitter like the sea,
Around her eyes a glee will glow,
Grow her eyes will thusly,
And all around her,
Light will move as if inside a Rembrandt.
An instant soon arises in you both,
to you it shall first herald,
as like a whistle bouncing off a boulder wall,
or wind that blows,
from across a desert valley,
You will hear its echoes and note how the wind blows the cypress leaves afar,
You will see within her eyes behind the once known person,
The unknown woman,
Hidden from the ages,
Stolen from her bed,
Told of only by her hair,
Eternally besieging her own self.
Her eyes will speak to you a whisper,
A secret that not till now existed,
Your entire nature then will hush,
What neither soul or stranger ever heard,
But echo now in hers it will,
From now unto the end of love and time in this life.