Magus
By Tamyris L.
I know the hunger/ that burns/
Behind your saffron eyes.
Oh yes/ it devoured my heart/
Long ago.
I know that place/beyond
Fire and ice
Where silence sings/
And darkness is so very bright.
I've heard the melody/
Dear wizard
Crimson and sweet
Oh yes, I've often sat beneath the tree
Singing in anguished harmony
To the serenade of burning leaves.
I died there/once
And came again
For death/ was sweet consummation.
I still hear the song/
Of my dying
When I dream my immolation.
The raven understands.
And as I trod through/
This world of turgid sweetness/
How painfully bright these
Garish shadows seem./
They have not tasted of paradise
Nor held heaven in their hands.
I often/in longing/seek
The glimmer of my blood
Upon the Tree/
Precious, gleaming jewel/
Held in trust
That I might learn to weave and bleed./
Perhaps our blood has mingled/
In that place
Beneath the tree?/For in
This world,
I too, have tasted
Only bitter mockery.
And yet, the laughter should be mine.
My hands still bear the charred brand
Where I grasped those blazing runes/
The heart a pauper's price to pay
Though others thing me a fool.
I too, my wounded friend,
Have tasted immortal bliss
I've walked that shining web
And pierced it with a kiss.
And all that died/may pass
With my blessing
I've no remorse to spare.
Save one.
Magician, I would walk with you/
Into your endless night.
I would sit beneath that Tree
And sing of our sweet might.
Perhaps a smile I could coax
From the bitter sweetness
Of your lips.
At least our fire
Reflected in each others' eyes
Would make the darkness twice as bright
And the lonely night a prize.
Copyright 1998 by Tamyris
By Tamyris L.
I know the hunger/ that burns/
Behind your saffron eyes.
Oh yes/ it devoured my heart/
Long ago.
I know that place/beyond
Fire and ice
Where silence sings/
And darkness is so very bright.
I've heard the melody/
Dear wizard
Crimson and sweet
Oh yes, I've often sat beneath the tree
Singing in anguished harmony
To the serenade of burning leaves.
I died there/once
And came again
For death/ was sweet consummation.
I still hear the song/
Of my dying
When I dream my immolation.
The raven understands.
And as I trod through/
This world of turgid sweetness/
How painfully bright these
Garish shadows seem./
They have not tasted of paradise
Nor held heaven in their hands.
I often/in longing/seek
The glimmer of my blood
Upon the Tree/
Precious, gleaming jewel/
Held in trust
That I might learn to weave and bleed./
Perhaps our blood has mingled/
In that place
Beneath the tree?/For in
This world,
I too, have tasted
Only bitter mockery.
And yet, the laughter should be mine.
My hands still bear the charred brand
Where I grasped those blazing runes/
The heart a pauper's price to pay
Though others thing me a fool.
I too, my wounded friend,
Have tasted immortal bliss
I've walked that shining web
And pierced it with a kiss.
And all that died/may pass
With my blessing
I've no remorse to spare.
Save one.
Magician, I would walk with you/
Into your endless night.
I would sit beneath that Tree
And sing of our sweet might.
Perhaps a smile I could coax
From the bitter sweetness
Of your lips.
At least our fire
Reflected in each others' eyes
Would make the darkness twice as bright
And the lonely night a prize.
Copyright 1998 by Tamyris