My own little spot

halfway to somewhere

I flew away and beside me flew the eagle; we went halfway to somewhere but came back again.

We sang in the october blueness of the evening, and the song carried us with the speed of the wind.

We ate cherries in the shadow of the waterfall, where the cool air flowed like peace to the valley.

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Oh Seabird

Oh seabird
I have seen you
I saw you for a moment in the dark
playing above the wave
The wind blew; it was a wild night
you floated past me and were gone.

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The White Tower Prologue Part 3: The Pale Woman


Colourless fool!


Did you think your prince would run to you
when your dark eyes gleamed from the shadow?
Did you think he looked to you for assistance?
His heart longs for something you cannot give him
Can you look on the world and tell him it is fair?

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Echoes of the Moon

Eyes turned inside out with looking at the hands that never moved

and the mouth so quick to open to the echoes of the moon

when the river flows with water and the body still is borne

like the monkey on the back of man who walks along the shore

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The White Tower Prologue Part 2: The White Prince



Oh my beloved prince, return again to me!

The white dragon has turned on you her pale green eyes,
And you have fallen...Oh, how the mighty have fallen!
Your armour, pure and glinting in the sun
is hidden from the light, wrapped in the web
which you have used to bind yourself to her.

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The Moon Shines Shattered Icicles

The moon shines shattered icicles;

shards of starlight pierce the shadows ;

sharp and silent pictures lie

clear and quiet on the road.

 

(If the frost didn’t glitter so, I could see the eyes

of the shadows behind my thoughts.)

 

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The White Tower Prologue Part 1: The White Lady

 

Listen! The White Lady is calling!

She calls out with a clear and crystal voice,
and she sings to me as the sunset falls
Holding out her long and slender hands;
pure and white against the colour of the sky
I am invited to the revels, make haste!

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The Horsemen

The fog lies low on the river tonight, darling

Like enough to rain to soak you through.

The air comes cold from the north tonight, darling

Before the dawn you’ll be chilled to the bone.

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