Johvan's Poetry

The Isolation

Have you become lost in these grains of Rye?
And made stranger with the earth
That bares your food?
Have you rejected the winds?
And isolated yourself
From the blood and the fruits
Of the vines?
Do not hither in haste
Against the waters
Which quench your thirst.
-And do not waste its energies.
For you have aquired the strength
Of many men of multitude.
So succumb to these hills
And succumb to these plains of grain
And rendezvous with the
White thunderbolts which fill the sky.

Winds of Providence

The winds winde in gentle chords
Over the dense palace
Of the forest grounds.
Seeking no end to its caresse
Nor the the reconciliation
Of thy providence henceforth.
And `tis to the mercy of thy providence
That these blue ribbons of thine eyes
Surrender to her infinate gaze.
And to what direction in this labyrinth
Of fates journey
Did set me so perfect
Into the embrace of thou?
For it is no doubt that these winds
Of providence, sweet providence,
That thy loving gratitude I owe
And thy perfect trust I allow
And `tis thy beauty to which I charish
And fall bewitched
By thou gentle essence enchantment.

I

Her sillouette was dark
           and blackened by the opaque skies
Thy songs of enchanting harmony
           whispered soundly
and graced the the sway of her limbs

And after a mild delay
           thy yellow puddles of light
did enchant the ground
           to guide my way

Her breath is sweet
           by the autumn's essence
and twisted vibrant through her columns
           in a beautiful dance
and hence, to the darkened heavens

This is the womb of thy dreams
           Retire to her magick entrance
Embrace this dampened ground
           and entice thou dreams till thy sun's advance.

II

Behold this circle of fire, Behold thy red desire
A dancing beauty
           Lurking in the shadows
of every hidden corner
      Who am I now?
She hallows me out
           and shallows my soul
from a dark place between my dreams
           and my mind
      Its returning again
Where am I now?
in a labyrinth of trivia
           within the corridors of my mind
seeking its hidden treasures
           Im falling again
Return to me
           The great whirlwinds of the east
Return to me
           the cup in the west
a chalice of forgotten wisdom
           Where have I lost my strength?
The cup has fallen
           and spilled thy ancient wine
The answer is clear
           within every fifth line.

III

This, my love, is my domain
           and this domain is night
It is my voice that calls thy heart,
           enchantress of my light

Entangled winds I will send to you
           by my breath my spirits were freed
and this song may you embrace, my love
           if my heart could plant the seed

open thy arms unto these dark skies
           as the glare of the moon entrances my eyes.
for you and I and this night are one
           and now those ages of seeking are gone

leap from thy depths of the night my angel
           for ours the blood of thy crimson moon
forever entwined in thy midst of time
           that the night is thy promise
that our eyes may meet soon.

IV

The yellow light of the opaque skies
           shattered down embracing eyes
T'was the hour of my dream
           the hour of no comprimise

Our bed was of sand
           and our shelter, the stars
the waves were our voice
           and the moment was ours

as her dress was white
           of satin and lace
we lie on this beach
           in silent embrace

The sea ever grew
           taunting and sensuous
as this tide etched closer
           to reach out and sence us

behold this serpent of water
           had engulfed our toes twice
then retreated back to her den
           to entice once again

now to our knees
           these waves had risen
and retreated once more
           to her enchanting prism

her dress became sheer
           and clung to her sides
transluscent by the waves
           made true by the tides

bring forth the realm of water
           to unfurl our desire
I have tasted your essence
           which set my blood into fire

her blessed reproach
           engulfed us completely
and we were soaked of her kiss
           and defeated in bliss

and blood was of one
           hers, mine and this ocean divine
and our passion grew heavy
           with our spirits entwined

beneath the wild cover
           of the seas white foam
our bodies interlaced
           and let our passions roam

in one final lust
           our hearts bled as one
and these currents retreated to the west
           we lied in silent emrace
and awaited the sun

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