The Falcon To The Falconer

Another favorite by Johathan Steffen

Unleash me from your hand
And I will lance the light for you
I'll cut a swordblade on the wind
And pennant it with flight for you
To signal I am yours
If you will free me to be true to you

Unleash me from your hand
And I will mock the sky for you
I'll pull the anger from the air
And make the breezes sigh for you
To show you I am yours
If you will free me to be true to you

Unleash me from your hand
And I will jewel it bright for you
I'll hunt the treasures of the wind
And pluck them into sight for you
To show that I am yours
If you will free me to be true to you

O, cast me from your hand
That I may show my love for you
And throw me to the wind
That I may know my need for you

All darkness on your hand
I'm hooded, pinned and held by you
O, give me back my wings
That they may bring me back to you

~ Jonathan Steffen

For Amy, on her Birthday

It's throwback Thursday apparently.  This one was written for Amy several years back. 
I miss you dear friend. Your memory will be kept alive and live on in our children.

A lifetime of love.

 

Loving you from the first day we met,

I knew you as one knows family;

familiar,

comfortable,

easy,

safe enough to remain.

 

We grew from there

older,

wiser,

stronger,

saner.

We grew in the knowing of

our vulnerabilities, our foibles and flaws,

until the time came when we knew almost too much and

parted in order to continue

growing.

 

We grieved and gloried our life together,

acknowledging our demons, sometimes too closely for comfort.

We battled, cruelly slashing at the vulnerabilities we

knew in the other.

 

Until peace settled in again…

the calm waters of our comfort

sometimes rippling with echoes of past pain,

betrayal, grief or misunderstandings

but calm,

familiar,

comfortable,

easy,

safe enough to remain.

 

I love you, Amy.  You are my family.

 

~ Mk Michaels

 

Love's Acolyte ~ by Elsa Gidlow

This poem was not written by me, rather Elsa Gidlow (1898-1986), but is among my favorites so I wanted to share it with you.

Many have loved you with lips and fingers
And lain with you till the moon went out;
Many have brought you lover's gifts!
And some have left their dreams on your doorstep. But I who am youth among your lovers
Come like an acolyte to worship,
My thirsting blood restrained by reverence,
My heart a wordless prayer. The candles of desire are lighted,
I bow my head, afraid before you,
A mendicant who craves your bounty
Ashamed of what small gifts she brings.

~ Elsa Gidlow