Herstory

written around late Febuary/Early March on a sunny afternoon

For Jadyn...

A gentle knock on my door,
A swift breeze across my face,
She more gallant than the moor,
and even more elegant her pace.

like a quick tempest, an entire ship engulfed;
like an arrow leaving the bow;
like a candle the flames fast doused;
like vanishing footprnts, in the snow.

Though this keep was hastily built,
and the foundations laid fast,
the pillars and ceiling shall not tilt,
and the floors and walls will surey last.

So long into time this would stay,
till the flesh lon gone the ash remain.
till the poets no longer stray,
and his rhymes would thyme again.

A temperate palm in my hand,
these gentle lips on my cheeks,
tis the warmth of a lioness's den;
tis the love of love bird's beaks.

So came together this figure and me,
so long into time this would be,
our sails and tales and her story,
would surely go down...
in history.


...this letter never reached her hands