The Dryad's Dream (Poetry)
29th January 2012
I’m being wooed tonight by the west wind —
he teases at my buds and whispers low
and I pretend I do not hear him sing
the Elvish tunes from far and long ago...
Those words have magick in them, and his voice
seduces, makes me tremble as I lean
swaying like I have no other choice
but dip my leafy head in night’s cool stream.
The darkness swarms about me — holds me close
thus I’m a prisoner caught in Love’s long dream...
the notes soar melancholy, fall morose
and I am lost inside its tragic theme...
For I am spirit-bonded to this tree —
it is my heart, and I am bound to stay
forever as its guardian, faithfully
despite all that temptation throws my way.
But oh! its hard to steadfastly ignore
the wind’s caress — his so-beguiling tongue
I’m half in thrall — I tingle at my core —
each gust a promise — soon I’ll be undone...
Then morning comes...he’s vanished — all lies still
from deep my sap is rising, ’though I’m sure
I did not weaken and withstood his will
the dream persists — and nearly something more...
he teases at my buds and whispers low
and I pretend I do not hear him sing
the Elvish tunes from far and long ago...
Those words have magick in them, and his voice
seduces, makes me tremble as I lean
swaying like I have no other choice
but dip my leafy head in night’s cool stream.
The darkness swarms about me — holds me close
thus I’m a prisoner caught in Love’s long dream...
the notes soar melancholy, fall morose
and I am lost inside its tragic theme...
For I am spirit-bonded to this tree —
it is my heart, and I am bound to stay
forever as its guardian, faithfully
despite all that temptation throws my way.
But oh! its hard to steadfastly ignore
the wind’s caress — his so-beguiling tongue
I’m half in thrall — I tingle at my core —
each gust a promise — soon I’ll be undone...
Then morning comes...he’s vanished — all lies still
from deep my sap is rising, ’though I’m sure
I did not weaken and withstood his will
the dream persists — and nearly something more...
