• A Night's Knight

    Oh how thest fair so sweetly
    By the willows of your bosom:
    Knightly velvet,
    Tourniquet so encompassing.
    Tears, falling lovingly,
    Dancing in the wind,
    Sleeping without sound
    In the night o’rehead;
    Shimmering flakes of distant gold,
    Err naught in your charming nest.
    Yet opulence reigns of ev’ry knight:
    A dove so bold to fly so high
    And keep ardor in reach of us.
    Dost thou sing a hushed lullaby
    Of not contempt and yawning sin,
    But of awe and serenity?
    Sing to me,
    I surely heed!
    And in your breast I lay silently still
    Keeping watch o’er each knight
    To observe your call and beckon you
    To reveal our path in the darkest hours.