No Furtive Fertility

Though m’lady Emrys and I (faucon) met too late in life
to conceive a child of warmth and glee;
I did once say to her –

“every woman should hear at least once in her life –
lady, will you bear my child!”

and, as fertility rests in the soul as well,
and we have together produced
a ‘Child of Light’ …
and its care
shall consume our passion
evermore and now.

my words you already know –
and those written of a Priestess
on the Calabar “Early to the Temple”
are excerpts from poems sent to her …

Know her words also:

I will look into the dawning
To watch the faeries harvest dew,
touch the sidhe’s hearts a’spawning
sprites and pixies with wings of blue.
I will look upon the daybreak
just before the sun does rise
And gaze upon the misty Lake
to wait for a falcon to arrive
I will wander in the crystal morn
harping soundwaves on the wind
and revel in love newly born
and yet has ever been