The Vision (Cyhydedd Fer Sonnet )

What ails ye, Vision of the night
That haunts the glade by twilight,
Hath thou lost now, a love so dear,
Or from thy sad eyes, shed a tear,

In Love. Villanelle

There were no words, for we both knew
True love had mirrored in our eyes,
Since that day, our affections grew.

Eyes do not see, when love is blind,
Of fantasy, and imagined inner vision,
Registered in a brain thats so defined.

If love, and lust, are so much of a kind,

It is time, it is time they called
as they gathered belongings to go,
the angry mountain was fuming
and threatened the people below.

They took possessions and fled

With Quill and parchment at hand.
As she sits by her desk, day and night
Searching for rhymes that are right
With Quill and parchment at hand.

As we tread softly, our foot prints in the sand
Feelings, deep in my heart, of true love divine
Soft kisses bestowed, upon a trembling hand.

Medieval musik of the Earth doth play
Haunting tones of nature, drifting by,
Soft arias caressing senses of the day,
A gentle breeze whispers, with a sigh.

If I could, but only, thank my love
For his love for me, doth appease,
I would but gladly send from above,
Kisses for him, in a gentle breeze.

Oh Mystical tree what secret do you hold
In the depth, of your ancient withered girth,
What aroma`s you may store within your fold,
Of sweet sandal wood, frankincense, and myrrh,

Of Summer Love (Novelenee )

As I rest my head in a warm meadow green,
On a pillow of wild flowers and leaves,
There you are, in my thoughts and dreams.

The Maiden And The Unicorn (part 1) Septets.

Deep in a forest, where fantasies reign,
Way back in midst of medieval times,
There dwelt a maiden with hair of gold,

The Orchestra strikes a merry note, in sunny Italy,
Peasants pick olives, gather grapes from the vine
The moon takes the place, of the days hot haze

Give unto me all the bright star above,
That I may in return, share with my love,
Place in my hand, a spray of white heather,
Luck will now be with us, for now and forever;

There once lived a witch, who dwelt in the hollow,
She was as old as the hills, and the rivers too,
A kindly white witch, that could cure all sorrows,

Oh great spirit of the wind come blow
The sadness in our tribes hearts, grow
Our land, we called home is no more.
Silenced, are the drum beats of lore,