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Lynn Greyling Jan 2015
Beckon the swallows sweetly,
With a voice filled with longings
To the heavens of scented Spring.
Lynn Greyling Jan 2015
This love will end as any other...
As the day ends when the sun is gone,
As summer ends when swallows leave…
It will end before I love you for ever.
Lynn Greyling Jan 2015
You are the eagle
Lifting my heart into
Unexplored realms
Of azure expanse.

You are the wild wolf
Howling my yearnings
into the crisp frost
Of twilight skies.

A tiger in the shadows
With the flame
Of all my passions
Burning in your eyes.
Lynn Greyling Jan 2015
If I could be with you
For even a little while,
I would be as strong
As the wind from the north,
And as gentle as  
A fairy’s gossamer wing.

I could lie in your arms
And drift into silences
Where no-one has ever been.

I could hide in your embrace
And travel to plains
No-one has dreamt of or seen.

I could hold you close,
Make you more un-fearing
Than you had ever been.
Lynn Greyling Jan 2015
In the clear crisp azure light
Of a windswept morning,
Adorning the air with an Autumn
As sharp as a clean conscience,
Winter was introduced.

We welcomed her as always,
Opened our arms and said:
“Glad you could come,
Where have you been so long?
We have been waiting. “

And she wisely answered:
“I have been to the ends
Of the earth and back,
And I have left fires burning
In my wake to warn you

Of my coming, and I see
You have gathered the wood
And closed up the windows.
Listen…the wolf is close
And the icy winds are nigh.”

“I have come to stay
For a little while only,
For I am the lullaby
To the slumbering earth
As it sleeps in oblivion.

As I leave within due time,
With twinkling eye of mine
And fingertips of frost,
Will touch the snowy drifts
And turn it back to dew.

I will brush my icy breath,
Of  mist and bleak-lit sun,
Across the sleepy moor
In strokes of gold ‘n green
And Summer’s dazzling hue “

And Winter will depart within
A fortnight into Spring.
Lynn Greyling Jan 2015
Rolling out into honey-coloured clouds
Above sun-drenched meadows.

Drifting into silences of amber light…
Where only the sky knows your heart.

Horizons shift willingly ever further
Promising joys and delight.

The auras of doubled wings, painting
Shadows over a mellowed earth.

The rush of wind lashing at my face,
Hugging me into submission.

While the soft drone rolls into a dance:
O! to dance with thee!

O! to hear the long forgotten ballads
Woven into magic melodies.

Music made by the gentle *******,
So swift and graceful on the wing!

July 1999 - flying as a passenger.
Lynn Greyling Jan 2015
He’s young, so very young,
And beautiful.
Dark, broody, beautiful!
No fear in his eyes-
Only quiet confidence.

You fly by night
With sight of the owl,
You climb with your eagle machine,
Fiercely, conquering the night.
Skilfully, lovingly, victoriously!
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