In my Travels through the Forest of Bayonne

Dedicated to the lady of my heart, of my dreams! based on the Troubadour style.

In my travels through the forests of Bayonne.

In my evening sojourn beneath the candles of God

scattered acrost a sable sky, myriad points of light

prisimed through the dusky dew create faint fairy rainbows.

 

I seem to behold the untarnished silver of Artemis' nightdress.

As She spreads Her star-sequined cape o'er the shimmering

surface of this dew-dampt meadow. Freshets of cool my brow,

drive the menory of our last kiss to the forefront of my mind.

 

I stand in a visable darkness, arms upraised in supplacation

to Aphrodite. The wind teases, pulls at my hair---

Gazing heavenward, I catch a glimpse of thy gamin face

between the moon and fireflies, framed by hair red as glowing embers.

 

From the distance tender love words tickle my ears

As a traveling troubadour sigh songs of longing for his donna*

Slowly I realize that it is my voice.

As if in a dream I see thee before me, thine eys asparkle.

 

I reach to touch--- A tinkle of laughter touches my ear---

"Come j'et ami, come let us dance beneath the trees

 then out under the stars.

 Let us sway to rhythems old as earth, as new as

our next dream---

 

*donna--- lady

 

Reviews

[Peter Joseph Swanson]

Beautiful!