a solitary Seagull sings into the sky
while the daily chirrups of Sparrows
fills the air that I breathe. My constant
neighbours all of a flock feeding young
these little companions on the way. A
slow summers day, to sit, and melt into
the open spaces of the spirit world, and sing
the occasional poem that flies around the room,
and from whence it came I know not at all.

The waves were strong
But could never break their bond.
The current of the sea could
Drag them deep down
But it could never drown their love
Holding hands their hearts entwined
The raging seas subsides
Their love did rise above the tide
Then emerge to reach great heights.
No high wave could prevent their flow
The sea has gone and is out of sight.
Now they walk upon dry land
Where green fields abound and bluebells grow.
Together they take to flight
Then reach the sky's above so high
Then fade away into the night.

She doesn’t always look the same
Sometimes she’s a silver sphere
Fooling you that she is bright
But she’s just a mistress of the night

Sometimes only half of her you can see
Following you wherever you’ll be
She hides while dancing in the sky
Half, still a full beauty up high

In time, she becomes thin, crescent
Like a smile, a blissful moment
She looks delicate, discriminating
Only a part of her, still breathtaking

And only those prison of the night
Will witness the euphoric stint
Of showing pieces of her then
The beauty of becoming whole again

The Room of Dancing Shadows,
undulating across the wall,
like ****** Persian ballerinas,
making no sound at all.
Reaching, retreating, a mosaic form,
eternally shifting the dark shade.
Pictures of no light in a flux,
remain fragmented, cold, unmade.
Hypnotising, random shapes in black,
swim serenely, start to slide.
The Room of Dancing Shadows
holds its fear deep, deep inside.


© Pagan Paul (03/10/16)

.
She bestowed upon me her lacy favour,
     tying it about my lance,
     so my fortitude should not waver,
     and doubt lead me a merry dance.

She crowned me with a kiss as blessing,
     sealing it to my lips,
     with grace so soft and caressing,
     like a breeze touches sailing ships.

She gave to me her most cherished gift,
     surrendering up her chastity,
     with joy I feel my spirits lift,
     at the thought of her next to me.

She anointed her wish on my beating heart,
     so gently as to sleep,
     her private desires locked deep within,
     and secrets for me to keep.


© Pagan Paul (01/08/16)