Why should I call Thee Lord, Who art my God?
Why should I call Thee Friend, Who are my Love?
Or King, Who art my very Spouse above?
Or call Thy sceptre on my heart Thy rod?
Lo now Thy banner over me is love,
All heaven flies open to me at Thy nod:
For Thou hast lit Thy flame in me a clod,
Made me a nest for dwelling of Thy Dove.
What wilt Thou call me in our home above,
Who now hast called me friend? how will it be
When Thou for good wine settest forth the best?
Now Thou dost bid me come and sup with Thee,
Now Thou dost make me lean upon Thy breast:
How will it be with me in time of love?

Men slew dragons in times of old
Not for profit or gold
But for a maiden -
For virtue -
For the Christ -

Noble are they!
Good has sway!

Men slay dragons in times of new
Not for soul or virtue,
But for their gain -
For sport -
For sense' delights -

Noble are they?
Good has sway?

Dear Serenity,
Won't you come back to me?

May I deign
To drink champagne
With you?

Whispers in the breeze
gentle rustling of the trees
soothing rain now falls.

...

If I could be anything, I would be the cavernous moon that hangs above your head as you sleep. From dusk until dawn I would keep you safe, enrobed in the glow of my cold milky light.
*If I could be anything, I would be yours.

The thief left it behind:
the moon
at my window.

I mind,
and lose,

ever a rose,
beauty
nor nectar

a bee
collecting,
too much

to fly away.
For what
will I do

if I forget,
and try to take
too much

bounty
back?